Short, stupid diary. Forgive me for running the researchers off the page. My military service is my own deal. Reclaiming democracy is a dkos deal and I thank you guys for it. I'm spoutin'. forgive me. I had a bad dream last night.
In the dream, I was young enlisted. I checked my locker. There
was kevlar gear, vest, gloves, quad pads, and helmet. The young,
black-haired NCO was full of vigor and enthusiasm. I knew the kevlar
gear might protect my heart and spleen but not my my fingers, arms,
and legs.
I also knew this was war against a country that never attacked us.
This was war to take another country's oil, and land for military
bases, by people who never served in war.