I chose to serve my country. I enlisted in the Army. I lost my mind as well as my time.
The military was my life. I lived with as a child, fitting I would leave my life as a functioning adult with the same.
Time lost in more than one sense. I don’t get it back, but the time stays with me in a different way. I am changed forever, apart from my mind finally slipping from my grasp.
I salute all those who chose to serve their country in one way or another. I don’t begrudge those who did not.
I am ashamed of my country now. The news no longer flash on the screen when I cast my eyes upon it. There is just a sense of despair that comes along with it that I can’t allow into my life.
Land of the free… what a joke.