Feeding, chambering, locking, firing, unlocking, extracting, ejecting, cocking. The firing pin strikes the primer, igniting a fury of encased death, gliding through every twist of a chrome lined barrel. As the round exits the plain of the muzzle brake, a…
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“I Miss Iraq. I Miss My Gun. I Miss My War.”
Below is a story I thought I would share. This was featured in Esquire magazine in 2007. Since I do not have much to say today, I thought I would share. The full story isn’t in this post, but if…
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I’ve grown…
I’ve grown directly in to an unrecognizable state; one that if not controlled, will surely tail spin out of control. Extreme paranoia partnered with mania and depression bears heavily on my soul. Every day I wake up, and I’m still…
Day to Day
It seems as if I struggle more and more each passing day. One day at a time. Wake up. Live. Go to sleep. Wake up. Live. Go to sleep. One day I won’t wake up.
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