Well, this is the vent thread. So, here we go.
First off, I'm a US Army Infantryman. I'm a Sergeant and a squad leader. I have some combat tours and a Purple Heart and a bronze star.
When I was in Afghanistan on my second tour, an ambush came onto my squad and killed 3 of my friends. That was my whole squad. I came out with shrapnel in my leg and a collapsed lung. I got a bronze star for getting back to camp being chased by Taliban for 15 miles.
Ok. So, this whole story was of course spread around the base. My new squad members caught wind of it. Not a single one of them trust me. They are disobeying orders that come from me and consequently I was flamed at work. Really bad. I was threatened with demotion. If they're not straightened out after this deployment, I go back to corporal.
On top of all of this, a Cavalry scout rammed an Abrams while in a Humvee on base yesterday. He was on drugs. So he's been dishonorably discharged. For some ******* reason, I was the one sent to tell his family. I'm not even in his UNIT. It's hard as hell to see the news you're telling tear a family apart so my much. My day was shit. And on too of EVERYTHING else, my old injuries are starting to hurt. It's probably just stress from the thought of going back. I'm having nightmares every night and waking up in cold sweats. Breanna is trying to help. But I can see its killing her to see me so torn up. I just don't know what to do anymore. Don't get me wrong guys. I love my job. But I've seen so much death.
I've killed people.
People look at me different.
I hate what my job has done to my life. But at the same time, I know it's what I NEED to do.
I just don't know what to do.
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1998 Ranger XLT
"Clifford The Big Dead Dog"
Quote:
Originally Posted by ford4thot
"The Ginger That Cried Breanna"
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