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Jan. 12th, 2007 08:27 pmI talked to a friend the other day in AZ. She was telling me the latest gossip and what's been going on with the guys I used to serve with. I never thought I would miss being in the Army so much, but I do. Those last few months I was in I couldn't wait to get out, and now I look back on it and think, it really wasn't that bad.
I miss the lifestyle, and I miss my friends. I miss being a part of something bigger than myself. I regret not going to Iraq with my unit. Those were my friends buddies over there. I was a senior operator, which means I had a lot more experience than most. I don't know if there was anything I could have done, if I could have made life a little better, but I will always regret not going. I don't know what that says about me.
The military was such a large part of my life. It changed me forever, in ways that I can't explain. Some days I wake up and don't want to do anything, like nothing I do will make a difference. And yes, I was only a radio operator in the military, but I was part of something that was making a difference. And no matter my point of view on the war or what my thoughts on politics, I was proud of what I was doing and what I had accomplished.
Some days, I regret, with all my heart, getting out, and wish I had had the balls to suck it up and stay in.
Maybe one day I can look back and not think of myself as a shirker. Maybe one day, I will be part of something again.
I miss my friends.
I miss the lifestyle, and I miss my friends. I miss being a part of something bigger than myself. I regret not going to Iraq with my unit. Those were my friends buddies over there. I was a senior operator, which means I had a lot more experience than most. I don't know if there was anything I could have done, if I could have made life a little better, but I will always regret not going. I don't know what that says about me.
The military was such a large part of my life. It changed me forever, in ways that I can't explain. Some days I wake up and don't want to do anything, like nothing I do will make a difference. And yes, I was only a radio operator in the military, but I was part of something that was making a difference. And no matter my point of view on the war or what my thoughts on politics, I was proud of what I was doing and what I had accomplished.
Some days, I regret, with all my heart, getting out, and wish I had had the balls to suck it up and stay in.
Maybe one day I can look back and not think of myself as a shirker. Maybe one day, I will be part of something again.
I miss my friends.