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10/31/11(Mon)00:01 No.137362I
have mixed feelings about servicemen. My cousin joined the army, fought
for a couple years, and got whatever the code word is for getting
kicked out for wanting to kill yourself all the time. I feel bad,
because he has a permanent reminder of the horror he saw, in the form of
a scar on his cheek, from when a chunk of his best friend's skull
scratched him when said friend got his head blown off right next to him. At
the same time, it was my cousin's decision to join. He knew what he was
getting himself into. He thought that fighting for a war he never
believed in was better than getting a shitty job with a high school
diploma. Instead of applying for grants and scholarships, and going to
at least a community college, he thought this was a great alternative.
He never went to college on the GI Bill, because when he got out, he
loafed around, doing drugs at raves, getting drunk all the time, and
just being an asshole in general. Not even the crazy kind of asshole you
could feel sorry for, just an asshole. Tl;dr My cousin saw fucked up shit, but he very easily could've avoided all that. He chose that. |