"I cried because I had no shoes, then I saw a man who had no feet. So I said, hey, give me those shoes, you're not using them."
I started to feel like a loser because certain people weren't returning my messages and letters. Then I thought of a much better reason to torture myself- none of my soldiers have returned a letter in months.
I mean, perspective here, people. I had some shit go down while I was 'cross de pond, but it made me think of my brothers and sisters who got they asses hauled to Iraq and Afghanistan under even less luxurious circumstances. And, who am I to bitch about the chronic heat and humidity and lack of A/C or hot water in Italy when PFC Hunter hasn't had a hot shower in six months?
My last post about Buzznet and
'buzznet chick syndrome' pretty much grew out of that feeling....sharing Internet access in public does that to you. On one side of me, some cutie-pie is crying because her crush left two comments on another girl's 'legs' picture and none on hers, and on my other side, a boy is asking me to help him cheer up his brother in Rammstein who may lose three toes.
And I'm guilty too. I'm getting all insecure about my writing, about how I'm losin' it and the people who know me are bored by it, and I can't write a letter that the loneliest people in the world feel like reading.
Try it. Try writing to a stranger who is in a war you despise, for reasons you can't imagine, to defend a bunch of spoiled, stuck-up shits who think you're a loser and a fool for signing up, and are more interested in whose pix are hotter than the state of the clay latrine you share with 200 other dudes.
What do you say? "Sorry about your dead friends and ruined future, but at least Halliburton is raking it in?"
Soldiers and friends of the military, I know you are out there.
Give me a clue.
