I don't think I'll type very many more of these.
Very soon, I'm going to leave everything and everyone I've known to have my rights stripped away, to get my hair cut, to run in freezing weather, to fight a battle within myself, to hold onto whatever I have that keeps me going, and to question why the fuck I'm doing it.
But at the end of it, I'll have seen the sweat and blood that protects the people that I know and love.
Everyone's life has been progressing and I feel like mine's gone stagnant. I need some movement to keep my mind sharp and working well.
In the Navy, I'll get a chance to save lives. Right now I can't stand the sight of blood. Or maybe it's the thought of my blood leaving me that makes me sick. So many things about leaving and going into the Navy make me question if I have the gumption necessary to tough it out through every obstacle that shows up in my path.
I'm going to miss the ones I love. You're going to keep me going when I have nothing left but memories to fortify myself.
But at the end of it, I'll have seen the sweat and blood that protects the people that I know and love.
Everyone's life has been progressing and I feel like mine's gone stagnant. I need some movement to keep my mind sharp and working well.
In the Navy, I'll get a chance to save lives. Right now I can't stand the sight of blood. Or maybe it's the thought of my blood leaving me that makes me sick. So many things about leaving and going into the Navy make me question if I have the gumption necessary to tough it out through every obstacle that shows up in my path.
I'm going to miss the ones I love. You're going to keep me going when I have nothing left but memories to fortify myself.