May 14, 2008 20:27
Heh, the 'Marshall Street Army'. I could feel sick enough if I think about it too long. I was supposed to be out of the army by now, and not taking orders like one of the world's lap dogs. I'm not taking orders anymore, I know that. My orders came from way back when; sorry, pledge myself to someone else. Still, the thought it sickening. As much as there is safty in numbers, it never fails that someone gets shot or sacrficed for others to live.
I love having Comrades, and to have that friend you're so close to they have your back no matter what the hell you do, or whatever happens. The one there to run ot your side and clean yoru wound out when you get shot. But in this army... This budding 'beauty' to protect everyone. No, not here. I don't feel that coming from people yet. The comfort of having a 'comrade' in the line of work. It's better to get to know one another. And know who you are risking it all for. My Comrades back n the war; we all knew each other, bled for each other. I don't think people are as willing to do that for every one here. This just isn't the army.
That's my walk down memory lane for the moment. Time to grab my gun and shoot a bunch of holes in some goddamn beasts before they kill me. Good anger management.
shoot first ask later,
comrades,
event,
i want to keep out of the army