Saturday, December 14, 2013

Remembering Where We Are




Remembering Where We Are

The current events within the last year have provided much to be confused about for the American citizen. The government shutdown, Obamacare, Syria, and not too long ago we had the crisis in Libya. While most of us are carrying on with our lives and may take a brief interest in America’s foreign policy issues, the fact is we still have men and women fighting the continuing war in Afghanistan. Maybe it’s overwhelming to keep up with all the news; there’s so much information out there. However, when I hear of those who don’t know whether or not America has forces fighting overseas, it’s very disheartening as a veteran myself. As a nation that has a military that defends our freedom and fights for the freedoms of others in the world, we should care to know when and where our military is operating. 
In 2009, I deployed with the 32nd Infantry Brigade Combat Team to Iraq. So I know firsthand what it’s like to be away from home for a year, in a hostile environment where your presence is not necessarily seen as a positive contribution. The heat, the substandard living conditions, the stress of knowing you won’t see your family or friends for a long time. These are things that you don’t really appreciate until you’re in the situation.  I was lucky to have been working with a team of great soldiers, and I forged some lifelong friendships. When you’re across the world and away from everything familiar to you, it’s who you have next to you that matters, and that’s about all that does. As a U.S. soldier, it’s known that you represent more than just yourself. You represent a group, an organization, a force that is held to the highest standards and are trained to uphold the values of a free and sovereign nation.  To volunteer and serve, to put your life in harm’s way, to be willing to stand up for those that can’t or won’t, it’s a serious commitment. And those that are still over there should be remembered daily.
It’s true that the war in Afghanistan has not been a popular one. However, it must be asked, what does that mean exactly? There hasn’t been a “popular” war since WWII, when we had an American nation fully in support of the war effort. Since then, the Cold War, Vietnam, the Gulf War, and any other military efforts of the U.S. have not been considered “popular” by the American people. In fact, there have been large differences in opinion when it comes to the U.S. military overseas. The latest numbers from PollingReport.com show that when people were asked whether the war in Afghanistan was worth fighting or not, only 39% said it was while 56% said it was not. Fair enough, we’re all entitled to our opinions. I’m not asking the people to blindly follow the country’s Foreign Policy procedures and/or actions.  What about the financial cost of war? True, it’s expensive. According to the National Priorities Project, we (the tax payers) have spent over $665 billion in Afghanistan alone, since 2001.

While there are many valid concerns with how our country operates, to include foreign policy, national security, and tax payer spending, we should not neglect those who are willing to pay the ultimate sacrifice for our freedoms. The men and women of our U.S. military are a volunteer force, who deserves our recognition. The war is continuing in Afghanistan. Just because the U.S. has withdrawn a number of troops from the area, doesn’t mean we aren’t still losing men and women of our military to the war. For those of you in the desert, for those who put their lives on the line, for those who are sacrificing for this country, I am with you. I will remember you and your efforts. I am continually concerned for your well being. I wish you a safe return home. I am always grateful for your service to this nation, and I hope my fellow Americans feel the same.

Friday, October 4, 2013

Today

There will be times, there will be days, there will be weeks...
Not everything you feel and not everything you think...
Sometimes you are truly alone
What will you do?
I will adapt and overcome. Every time.
I have been through enough to know
It's not impossible
Today is today
Do the best with what you have


Wednesday, February 27, 2013

And Then I Stopped Caring

This will be a pointless rant of an entry. I think it's fair to forewarn anyone reading this ahead of time.

First, let me just say: I don't like when radio show hosts say things like, "..now this is a good segue.." Um, you just ruined it. And now I'm annoyed.

On to the next segment.

I find myself in a negative mood often. I am referring to the last two weeks. Typically I try to keep a level head , and do so without much difficulty. However, now the difficulty level has been raised as of late. My belief as to why has to do with a multitude of "things" and circumstance(s).
     I find it somewhat depressing that just about anyone I consider a friend seems to have little to no interest in my life. Obviously this reeks of self-loathing. Although nonetheless, it remains true. I have two main pieces of evidence for this conclusion. 1) I receive hardly any texts at all outside from the handful of people I communicate with regularly. No, "Hey, how are you?", "What's new?", and of course not, "Wanna hang out?". To be clear, I don't spend any time feeling sorry for myself. Especially over this. I simply want to convey the concern and frustration that can occur within the social realm. And with that, I am reminded of my second piece of evidence. The wretched Facebook. A simple website of social media that has been bastardized many times over. It may be the doom of the Millenium generation. I digress, that subject is for another time.  
      Yes, even the lack of response or communication in general, is concerning. Isn't that what it's for? To communicate with others? Your, "friends"? Ha. Yeah right. Maybe that was the innocent (and genius) idea that propelled it into being. But now, Facebook is for the narcissist. Let them read about your life. Oh how quirky, cute, artsy, and cool you are. Take pictures of yourself and pretend you didn't expect a compliment of some sort. Post hundreds of agonizingly mundane links to pictures of animals and unoriginal quotes. Fuck off. You social media parasites. 
      In closing, I would just like to review.. I text people, who I consider friends, and receive no response at all. How, in this time, is that ever okay? I try to stay in touch and remain involved in my friends lives but it is not reciprocated. Regardless of what they say to my face, or how I "feel", it's true. So, with that, I conclude this entry. I would like to thank you for reading this. No need to comment, or tell me you read this. I appreciate it all the same. Maybe one day things will change. Change for the better. 

"The more things change, the more they stay the same." - Jean-Baptiste Alphonse Karr


Thursday, August 9, 2012

The Human Condition

There you are, with a smile at the ready. Ready to please whoever you meet. But why? You don't even know these people. And you never will. They will never know who you really are or care about you anymore than they already do. So why so much effort? What's the point in trying so be so friendly to everyone you meet? It's beyond common politeness. It's not just saying hello and then going about your business. Its more than that. Yet you kid yourself and say its nothing.
Its a simple truth: you can't be friends with everyone. Proven time and again, there will only ever be a small circle of people in your life who truly care about you. Therefore wouldn't it make sense to make those people your priority? Hmm. Guess not. I guess its more important to make false friendships just so at the end of the day you can look in the mirror and tell yourself, "I'm such a nice, friendly person. Everybody likes me."
This type of condition is not usually presented in dramatic fashion and yet so easy to point out. The strong need for constant reassurance and support. You'll look anywhere to find it. Especially when so recently subjected to crawling out of such a vulnerable state of mind.
Any amount of friendships worth having is a figure that is small in number. I thought that was common knowledge. Not to say one can't be polite, and if that's what you're taking from this then you missed the point entirely and you can stop reading.
The message is: stop pretending. Its that simple. Don't put social acceptance so high on your list of priorities that you push the important people in your life away. You can't have both. You can't be friends with everyone AND have close, personal, real relationships with people.
The best part, is I'm viewed as a pessimist for this outlook. What a joke. It's how it fucking is. Get over it and get over yourself.
I've seen it proven over and over again. And I will never trust those kind of people, socialites.

Tuesday, July 3, 2012

Another Day in the Life...

After being recorded as absent for the first half of 2012...

the migraines have started again..


Hopefully they disappear when I awake from this session of much needed sleep.

Friday, September 23, 2011

This Time It's Different

Once again, it's me and the time. Time to reflect, time to make up my mind. Time to think of the "if's" and the "why's". It's not surprising then, that you showed up again; if only to make things worse. Told me you'd always stay and never hurt (me). But all you are is far away. Distant at best. Yes, it's in this time I've learned that you weren't who I thought. I wish I knew before... because I should have. But at least I won't be fooled again. If only that were true....

Tuesday, March 22, 2011

Hearts Need Blood


Let's sink another drink 
And think about the things we used to believe 
Let's sit here sipping beer 
Static atmosphere is just what we need 
Here we go again 
We're such foolish men 
But it's not the same as back then 
Some people wait a lifetime, some simply accept 
Some of us crash land and some of us eject 
Some restore the blood flow, some just let it go blue 
Some of us obsess, some move onto something new 
She makes me dream of being a strong man 
And it's true, of all the people 
There is only you I think of when the ship is going down 
Is going down 
Is going down 


Let's get it right this time 
Too many ugly stories with ugly endings 
Let's build some walls around us 
A fort for pacifists to share 
Here we go again 
But it's not the same, my friends 
The third jonquil begins 
Some people wait a lifetime, some simply accept 
Some of us crash land and some of us eject 
Some restore the blood flow, some just let it go blue 
Some of us obsess, some move onto something new 
She makes me dream of being a strong man 
And it's true, of all the people 
There's only you I think of when the ship is going down 



And it's true, of all the people 
There's only you I think of when the ship is going down 
Yes, the ship is going down 
Is going down 
Is going down 
Is going down


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tkfTi_Gla-8

-Dave McPherson