When I see pictures like this I want to be there so badly it hurts. Oh to be 17 again.
3 days ago
Wednesday, February 02, 2005
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I guess, what I mean is I miss being a soldier, sometimes. It was a lot of fun flying around in helicopters. Running and jumping over things, and blowing things up. It was fun being the best marksman in my company. It was thrilling to know that half the people in my chain of command were honest to God war heros, that my sergeant major had survived for more than year behind enemy lines and had more than 30 confirmed kills. I miss the smell of kerosene from the jet engines as we loaded onto the planes, and bugjuice, and the feeling of being drunk and giddy from being awake for three days, and the feel of the rifle in my hands, and the smell of sweat and old canvass. I miss the comraderie, too.
I don't really miss being 17. I miss being young enough and strong enough to fight.
You're a prayer warrior now Matt, don't forget it.
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