Fuck Big Brother.
I remember sitting in the theater watching "The Losers" and telling you that I could never be an Army Wife.
I guess that was my way of pleading for you not to make me one.
but here we are and I feel so fucking helpless. I want to be taking care of you. Knowing you're sick as a direct result of some super-macho half-witted drill Sarge just makes this open wound sting in an uncomfortable and unavoidable way.
To them you are just another soldier. A body in their bunks, feet in their boots, finger on their trigger. They don't give a damn that you're someone's brother, someone's best friend, someone's son/grandson, someone's saving grace, everyone's comic relief, and my everything.
This whole thing feels like they're dehumanizing you. You aren't any of those things while they have you. You're a soldier and very seldom anything else.
I feel like the Army is your wife and I'm just your mistress. You are legally bound to 'her'. You tell me that she is a means of convenience, something you've been attracted to since you were young, too young to really understand, and that I am really the one you love and all I can hope is that when you are finally able to leave that legal obligation you will really leave her and spend your life with me.
but that's every whore's fantasy right?
I guess that was my way of pleading for you not to make me one.
but here we are and I feel so fucking helpless. I want to be taking care of you. Knowing you're sick as a direct result of some super-macho half-witted drill Sarge just makes this open wound sting in an uncomfortable and unavoidable way.
To them you are just another soldier. A body in their bunks, feet in their boots, finger on their trigger. They don't give a damn that you're someone's brother, someone's best friend, someone's son/grandson, someone's saving grace, everyone's comic relief, and my everything.
This whole thing feels like they're dehumanizing you. You aren't any of those things while they have you. You're a soldier and very seldom anything else.
I feel like the Army is your wife and I'm just your mistress. You are legally bound to 'her'. You tell me that she is a means of convenience, something you've been attracted to since you were young, too young to really understand, and that I am really the one you love and all I can hope is that when you are finally able to leave that legal obligation you will really leave her and spend your life with me.
but that's every whore's fantasy right?