I’ve gotten some pretty awesome Tweets from a few friends recently that have left me longing for life on the outside. By that, of course, I simply mean life outside of the military. Lounging on the back porch after work; travel to Manhattan; fishing in northern Michigan - all of it just seems so foreign to me. I question my loyalty to the military when I look at my daily schedule of up at 4, home by 6 - maybe.
I know if I abandoned this life and moved back home, I’d easily be able to land a job on base, working ten hour days (PAID overtime as needed), and could enjoy every other Friday off (or potentially EVERY Friday - I’m looking at you, Mr. F!).
I can honestly say I’ve been there, done that, fought for Truth and Justice and served my fellow Men. Now I wonder if I can keep this up for the next fifteen years; I’ve survived the last five, but only just.
I know the grass is greener in everyone’s lawn but mine, but honestly, Army has taken away so much of my time, so much of my life, so much of me. In October I stand ready to lose another year, shipping off to Iraq once again. I have learned a lot about myself these last two years - more than I could have any other way - and that’s awesome. But maybe that lesson has been learned and it’s time to call it quits and get back to a normal life; a life where I actually have more than two hours a day to spend with my family before I collapse in exhaustion.
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