December 04, 2010
I was 17 years old.
I left my one true love to go and defend the realm from attackers foreign and domestic.
It broke my heart to leave my girl, but knowing I was dressed in olive green and doing something worthwhile meant everything. I was on the front line. My life expectancy was 26 minutes, if the brown stuff hit the twirly thing. I stood within three feet of a thermonuclear device. I stood on the line. Ready to die, if need be. More than ready, I was willing.
If only I knew then what I knew now....
Seven years I gave to the queen. And to my country. And to YOU.
She doesn't call, she doesn't write, and I have been forced to swear allegiance to the Barons Committee.
Wake up, Brenda, for fuxake!
Before you lose all of us.