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What the fuck. LMAO.
its that time of the year again. even though my doctors said no riding until the end of july. i say fuck that.
has anyone been in the armed service that follows my blog? if so i would like to hear about it. thanks.
after high school i became homeless and thought the best thing to do for myself was to join the marine corps rather then be without a direction. also the fact of joining an armed service my thoughts were to join the best and hardest one. i thought boot camp was the best summer camp ever. every day was a new adventure and after the shock of it and struggles both mentally and physically for the first couple of weeks you start to have humor about all the bullshit and stress and secretly would laugh to myself at night in my bunk. it became fun. i then was sent to combat training where i did not shower for a month and a half and eventually came down with cellulitis on my chin along with terrible itb syndrome in my legs and fatigue i stuck with it and eventually made it through. i then was sent to communications school where i was trained in the MOS of an 0621 0622. i then was a marine first stationed at 29 palms california at the ground and air task force center. there i worked in a detachment from the second marine devision as a communications operator (basically sat in a office all day until i had to fix mid range tropospheric antennas) the down side to that job was the 130 degree heat in the deserts of california and not having a car to even get to the coast on the weekends. i then was stationed with 6th communications battalion 4th marine devision in good old brooklyn new york. it was there that i started to notice that the stress of my job and things i experienced and witnessed started to take its toll. i was soon after diagnosed with PTSD and severe social and phycological anxiety disorder. after struggling for two years with this i was no longer able to perform my duties safely and completely and after demoting me from a corporal back to lance corporal and then even back down to a pfc. i lost a few ribbons i was awarded and finally after a stent in the hospital i was giving a other then honorable discharge. i was in the marines for three and a half years and miss it to this day. now i am in the long process of trying to get my discharge upgraded so i can get aid for my ptsd and anxiety along with being compensation for this and being awarded back some of my ribbons. and to be able to be treated at a VA hospital and just overall clear any wrong doing from my military record. if not for these disorders by now i would have been on my way to being a staff sergeant. along with being able to do my job right i was also a three time expert marksman. i miss shooting terribly. i miss wearing a uniform. oh well. thats my story though not in detail it gives you an idea of what my time was like in the military. although i do not fully agree with the government and all the bull shit. nor do i believe in killing. i strangely believe in serving this country and i fully believe in the united states marine corps. long live the corps. semper fidelis.
