I think there’s a sense of misconception when I talk about my relationship with the military. Of course, I have painted it to always seem as though I have no love or consideration towards it and that I narrow mindedly detest it shallowly. This however is not the case. It can’t be said that I have nothing against the military. Lives are lost, people are hurt, capable minds and loved men and women blown sky high on the front lines or in a psychiatrist’s office suicidal with PTSD. People often pursue this career thinking they’ll be an honored hero. But in my own mind, there’s a general ignorance towards the pain in budget cuts, relocation, deployment and brutality that the military offers to its members.
But part of that sacrifice is what makes it beautiful. That people would lay down their time, their jobs, their lives— to keep their country safe. When I discuss this with people in the military, I get mixed responses. Some say that they agree that you get shoved around and that it feels as demeaning as it does rewarding. Others say that they feel nothing but pride in their career as a soldier. I definitely think it’s a good fit for some people, and we need people to chose this life, but it’s painful to see good people lost at the bottom of bottles or on the front lines.
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