This deployment is coming to an
end, in a few days we will be on a plane back to the United States to rejoin
our family and friends and to try to readjust to a certain semblance of what we
think life should be. The truth is everything has changed, we collectively have
changed. We have changed as people, as an army, as citizens of the United
States. We face uncertainty in nearly
every aspect of our lives. Our families
have been without us for a year and we have only two weeks to try to enjoy the
extremely limited time we have with them before its back to the daily grind.
Two weeks to try to reconnect, although this process can take weeks, months or
even years. There is no promise that any of us will return unchanged. But we collectively have been granted access
to something few ever see, or choose to see for that matter. We have bared
witness to the atrocities of war. We have thrust ourselves into the midst of
chaos in order to do something so important, so visceral, that few will ever
understand what it means. We collectively have risked it all and put everything
on the line to save our fellow man, regardless of nationality, race, religion
or sex. I for one will reflect on these
experiences for decades to come. And I
know my comrades will as well. I cannot
begin to describe the things we’ve seen, felt, or heard. We have lost brothers
and colleagues. We have felt the sting of losing someone we tried our hardest
to save. We have cleaned up the blood
and reset our equipment in order to go back out and do it again. These people I
work with are some of the most dedicated men and women I have ever met. They
come from all walks of life and although different in so many aspects, all come
together collectively to accomplish this mission. I’m proud to say that I work
with some of the most professional people there are. But now we are going home.
Were out of this god forsaken country, but we take with us the weight of a
thousand missions. To try to dissect them as best we know how.
Now I
am preparing to jump on a plane and return to a world that I don’t really
understand anymore. When I was younger I used to think I had it figured out.
The older I get and the more aware I become the more lost I feel. There is a
widening gap between service member and civilian, our economy is still
struggling, jobs are scarce and I can only sit back and watch as our home slips
into a more prevalent ideology of entitlement.
Where we are inundated with political pressures, told how to think and
feel, who to vote for because of a political party, and try to voice our
intolerance by “liking” a status on Facebook. It’s sickening to me now. Our youth are hamstringed by a failing
education system, the poor are being cast out and pushed aside. Veterans of these wars are living at an all-time
high of homelessness and joblessness. You can’t throw a rock in this country
without hitting dozens of heavily medicated veterans. But the general public
cares less and less about them and us. For the general public, unless you have
something personally invested in these wars they just want to get along with
their day. Without having to be reminded
of what these men and women endure on a daily basis. Its unfathomable to them.
Thus the widening gap grows. In times of random occurrence we hear “thank you
for your service” in an airport, a restaurant, in passing at the realization
that you served, although I’m sure most appreciate it. I know when I hear it,
it almost sounds forced. Like it’s some sort of requirement to say. It’s become
trite and cliché and it just feels fake. I’m sorry if this just hit a little
too close to home for some of you reading this but I’m just tired of trying to
appease everyone I come across. The truth is that the general American public
couldn’t give a shit about us. They want their Starbucks and celebrity gossip
and their “16 and pregnant” We are breeding a generation of young people who
have no idea what this country is founded on or what its citizens had to go
through in order to make this country great and more about what time jersey
shore is on. We are losing…we are struggling. Not in some great sense of the
word as though every generation has its great struggle. We are just losing. Losing ground on what we
thought was right, what we thought life was supposed to be, and we are becoming
very pissed off. It seems that the more
time passes by and the longer im away from the US the angrier I become. We cannot live in a world where we hold onto
the ideals that bitching solves anything, where we believe that things will be
taken care of for us. If you want something done, go out and get it
done…period.
So in closing, while reading this you might think I’ve
become some angry disillusioned man, someone who sees things so much different
than the average citizen, well maybe your right. But I can only hope that
things someday will change. As for our accomplishments here in Afghanistan, I’d
do it again in a heartbeat. I will forever hold these experiences close.
