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As I am reading Maxim's June issue, I come across an article about soldiers that have been deployed to this war, telling their war stories for all to read. I was intrigued as to the kinds of stories they were about to unveil to the public, and wonder if mine even compares to theirs. I read every single story and it suddenly hits home that a lot of these guys are going through the same shit that I've been going through.
Suddenly, I don't feel so alone.
Suddenly, I have face-less, battle-tested wingmen to back me up.
The stories range from utter ridiculousness to horrific tragedies.
I can't help but laugh. I can't help it because I know, someone, somewhere, is going through the same afflictions that has also infected me.
The atrocities, the politics of it all, the struggle; suddenly is not fought single-handedly, but the blunt of the impact is dispersed evenly, well beyond the outreaches of my own perspective. There are guys out there fighting the same demons that I've so heartedly tried to rid myself of.
Some days, it just doesn't feel as though what I have to deal with, on an everyday basis, is worth it.
Then I remember all the soldiers before me that has given the ultimate sacrifice and I suddenly realize, I really don't have it that bad.
I am live, I have my health, and I will be heading home very, very soon. [knock on wood]
Suddenly, I don't feel so alone.
Suddenly, I have face-less, battle-tested wingmen to back me up.
The stories range from utter ridiculousness to horrific tragedies.
I can't help but laugh. I can't help it because I know, someone, somewhere, is going through the same afflictions that has also infected me.
The atrocities, the politics of it all, the struggle; suddenly is not fought single-handedly, but the blunt of the impact is dispersed evenly, well beyond the outreaches of my own perspective. There are guys out there fighting the same demons that I've so heartedly tried to rid myself of.
Some days, it just doesn't feel as though what I have to deal with, on an everyday basis, is worth it.
Then I remember all the soldiers before me that has given the ultimate sacrifice and I suddenly realize, I really don't have it that bad.
I am live, I have my health, and I will be heading home very, very soon. [knock on wood]