I’ve kicked around a few idea’s about how I want to talk about today. Using a comedic, serious or informative take on my experience in the Marine Corps but I think I’m going to just give an honest expression of what the Marine Corps gave to me.

I didn’t finish school in the traditional sense I was living in San Francisco getting an education in Hydroponics and Turn-Tablism ‪#‎Scratchin‬ When the War in Iraq started. I didn’t argue the merits of how or why but neither did to many people in government. All I knew was that every generation of American’s before me heard the Call to Arms how could I feign being deaf. So I dropped out of school and enlisted in the Marine Corps where I resumed my education and received a Doctorate in Pain, Misery and Suffering. ‪#‎Recon‬

Pain… In my body, Its okay I like it there- Because as long as it resided in my mind and body it meant I was still alive and my friends and family didn’t have to endure a greater pain.

Misery… Being constantly reminded that Im worthless for the first year of my career. Never seeing women for 7 months at a time and going to summer Camp’s called Fallujah, Ramadi and Baghdad. Where we constantly fought with the rival campers.

Suffering… Watching brothers take their last breath while I continue to hold onto life with contempt.

There was beauty in my time in as well (Except none of it existed around Jacksonville North Carolina where I spent my first enlistment.) and an appreciation for all things in life. After learning and having an intimate relationship with Pain, Misery and Suffering life has taken on a different taste. My brothers may have only lived a short time comparatively to most but they lived every fucking day to the fullest. Where most never truly live for themselves at all but choose to die a little each day. All things considered Id rather live a short life and die by a bullet then celebrate 100 years of being crippled by an unfulfilled life.

Over the years people have asked me if I would do it all over again. Im not offended by the question but I try to impress upon those who ask that my service made me the man I am today and if going back meant I might not be standing here it wouldn’t effect my decision because freedom has a different taste for those who have fought for it.

On this November 10th 2015 I’d like to thank all of my Marine Brothers that await me in Valhalla.

Burridge
Snyder
Brown
Barbosa
Jacobs
Lundstrom
Medley
Sprotzoff
Prazinski
Stanton
Hefflin
Frazier

I recently celebrated my 32nd birthday but I do it a little different. I go out on the day before and rage because Ill never be 31 again. About 2 minutes before the clock struck 12 I went into the bathroom and had a conversation in the mirror. I reviewed that last few years and although I have been all over the planet I haven’t moved forward on other things I set out to accomplish. All I’ve been doing is rotating back and forth from Afghanistan making it impossible for any form of stability outside of sheer insanity. While in Afghanistan all I do is Read books and lift weights so I can create the perfect man just so when I get back to America I can crucify him. After my injury and extended stay in America I have decided to get off this cycle and get out of America. Dec 2nd I leave for Brazil where Ill be studying Sex, Samba and Soccer with a lil Jiu-Jitsu thrown in there just in case I roll through the wrong Favela and nigga’s wanna squab.
It was a weird mix of things that got me to this place.
Firstly- I would say falling into the same traps time and time again
Secondly- I found a girl that makes me want to be a better man but not to just fit a preconceived ideal of what I should be. Instead I am looking to be a better man for myself knowing she gave me the inspiration.
Finally- San Diego is perfect… And that is the problem my life has become to easy. If I am not challenged I become stagnant and living in a city that has 75 degree weather year round allows for Peter Pan to recruit an Army of lost boys who never seem to grow up.
San Diego its not that I wont be back but I have some growing up to do and my passport needs a few more stamps. Besides I made a promise that Id be speaking Portuguese by 33 and Brazil seems like a better place to learn. ‪#‎RWR‬ out