An Open Letter to the Rest of the Country

[tinsoldier]

Dear people who live from the comfort of middle America, soft couches, and places where you've never had to worry about where the next round might come from,

If you've never had to:

• know what a Mozambique triple tap is and why it's important to land that last round center mass;
• dump out you boots the next morning to avoid being bitten by something horrible;
• count how many rounds you've fired while being aware of what is a near miss and what a snap is;
• remember the SPORTS acronym while live rounds are striking around you;
• put another human being in the leaf sights of a weapon system;
• wonder if you might make it home;
• watch another human being die because you were ordered to...

...then you don't get to dictate to me if I should celebrate or not about the death of another human being, good or bad.  Point blank, you have the comfort to make such ministrations that were bought with pieces of my soul and my service and those like me.

Kindly fuck off and keep your celebrations to yourself. Some of us realize that the war isn't over and people we know may still die, even though the son of a bitch is dead.

Signed,

Me