joining the military at 17 and choosing it as a profession was one of the best yet worst decision of your life.. best since you enjoyed it, worst cause your family could not be more disappointed.. you had so much potential.

”where did my sweet baby boy go?”

a text from your mother you’ll never forget. she loved you, but she was so scared, she started distancing herself from you, not wanting to take it too close when/if you were KIA.

now running past citizens on top of a mountain to get down to a potential threat.. everything felt surreal, yet you loved the feeling. rifle in hand, uniform, having the right to hide your identity so you’d just be left alone for ever and ever. never feeling heart break, or the touch of a woman or man again. you didn’t want to be broken like that again. ever.