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Traffic on the freeway.. and when I got home I noticed there was no rice so I decided to make some so my dad would have something to eat when he got home. He got home while I was washing it though :/ oh well...
Mom's at some meeting thing. Not too sure what, but if she ain't home to notice no rice, no one else is gonna make it. Well, dad might, but he might come home hungry and no one likes waiting.. >__<
So... yes, I was talking about the military, no?
Marines. Beautiful uniforms. Desert cammies and blues are my favorites<3 Some guys just look SOOOOOOO FRIGGIN' HOT all dressed up... I always did like seeing Eric in his uniform. Whenever he'd drive up from base right after work... It made me wanna just pounce on him and give him orders to do what i want. rofl.. anyway... MOVING ON! hahaha...
So Jesse's joining the Marines. He swore in earlier today. I do believe we went to the same school since middle school. We're not incredibly close friends, more or less just acquaintances, but I still do worry about him. We had this project together in our sophmore year. Making a news cast thing. I pretty much did all the work, and they just read what I wrote, but... at least he TRIED to help. He's a real nice guy. A vegetarian, but soon to be meat eater because he's goin' into the Marines. I feel bad.. I'm giving him such a hard time about his decision. :/ I promise him i'd write though and that i'd visit. He promised me to invite me to the Ball this November if we're both still in Cali.
Back to families with soldiers. Do you know what it's like waiting up at night for a call from someone overseas? My sister dated a Marine a few years back. It was his second deployment to Iraq. He was a grunt, in other words, infantry. We would wake up in literally the middle of the night (and i'm a late sleeper) because he would call the house phone and my sister wouldn't get to it fast enough.
Let's go back though to how I met Jason, my sister's ex. The first time I met him, he had found out his girlfriend had been cheating on him for already who knows how long. He had done everything for her too. Bought her everything she wanted, and even went to three different malls looking for a scarf that she wanted. He really spoils his girlfriends, i'm assuming. I was sleeping outside in the living room on a mattress because my room was... I forgot what but I couldn't sleep in it. It was dark, and he came over to my corner of the living room and sat down next to the bed with his back facing to me. He asked me what my name was, and I gave him a fake name and giggled. He shook my hand and told me his name and launched into a story that brought me to tears.
He had just gotten back from his first deployment in Iraq and had gone to visit his girlfriend when he found pictures of her making out with the other guy and what not. She confessed to have been cheating on him.. or did she deny it? Whatever, that's not the part that made me want to cry. The part that made me cry was when he started talking about his tour. How everyone's mentality was "It's better you than me" and how he had seen the deaths of so many people. Was ordered to point and shoot. How they had to rush into buildings not knowing what was in store for them... Just thinking about all of it now is making my eyes a bit watery. You had to have been there... He was going through so many emotions while telling me his story. Then he started crying. He said no one here knew what it was like to do what he had to do, to look into the eyes of a stranger pointing a gun at him, and shoot before the other guy could pull the trigger. What it's like walking down a street with body armor on, or watching the people around you fall to the ground dead. He lost a few of his friends out there and he sat there and cried, "Why them? Why not me?"
I don't want to talk about this anymore... It's hurting. :/
We had a scare when he was over there the second time. Something blew up next to him or he was shot or something.. All I know is that there was a call... someone asked to speak to my sister, and she came back out of the room saying, "Something's happened to Jason...." I can't recall what happened exactly. Just that he was injured some how and he had told his friend to call my sister and tell them what happened. Thinking about it.. I think it had something to do with his back. Something blew up and a piece of it was in his back. Or maybe that was someone else.. Oh, I dunno.
Anyway, I can't tell you what Iraq is like now. My friends don't really talk about it. Nick came back a few months ago. Or is it a couple now? Time passes by so quickly.. He was working convoy security and he was a machine gunner on top of a 7-ton or a 3-ton. I can't remember.. Does such a thing exist (7-ton)? Lol.
Okay, whatever. I want to get over this topic...
POINT IS, our military personnel deserve respect. Most of them anyway. Some of them are complete idiots that I want to punch in the face. Haha.. that reminds me.. I punched one of Nick's sergents in the face. O.o IT WAS LIGHT THOUGH I SWEAR! I was a bit drunk but I felt REALLY bad. However, apparently his wife hits him all the time. Rofl. His wife is so nice(: She's awesome. OKAY, back to the point! Sorry. I have an attention problem.. lol.
So yes. Respect for them. I mean.. when it comes to the military .. my feelings for them are quite confusing. I'm for them, but against them. I guess it's just because of my run in with bad Marines. Meh. But I respect those out there that are serving the country. Like in all seriousness? I'd join the military too. Except my parents would kill me if I did.
I once lied to my mom saying I was joining the National Guard because I wanted to help out in the community in times of need and she FLIPPED out. She had asked me what I was doing with a book and pens and stuff from the National Guard (I had been talking with recruiters just for conversation. I outsmarted one. Haha, and the GySgt gave me his card for me to call if I had any questions). It was sad, but funny. She started crying and yelling and throwing things at me. So that's that. :/
Whenever I drive down to base, or around base, or see another military person walking around or .. anything, I think of my ex. I don't know why... Whenever I see anything military - or almost anything in general - I think of my ex. I feel so wrong when I do that.. I mean, I have a boyfriend, he's a Marine too, but... all I can think about is Eric? That's like.. practically cheating to me. I feel so guilty when I do it. I just wish I could get over him already. *Sigh*
Don't get me wrong. I love my Marine guy friends but... I don't know.. It's all just.. It's hard to explain.
*Sigh* I don't feel like talking about this anymore.. It puts me in a depressed mood...
God bless our troops no matter what their service branch.
Bring our troops home safely<3
and lastly?,
God bless America.
Our home, sweet home.
Goodnight everyone.
And thank you to all the troops who served, are serving right now, and to serve.
Thank you.
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