Welcome to the shit.
I thought I had found my way out of the shit when I received my orders to vacate Iraq, apparently I had been wrong. Six weeks, six fucking weeks, after getting home and going through all the bullshit that is post-combat debriefing another fucking war erupts...in my own backyard. Jesus Christ. I mean if anyone had bad luck it was me.
None of us should be all that surprised. Actually if anyone had a good idea this was coming it was us soldiers. Being away in a combat zone you get the opportunity to see the world from a whole new perspective and you get to see your own country from the outside in, and realize just how fucked up it really is. When Obama was elected we all knew the shit was going to hit the fan, but in some ways I wish I would have still been over in the desert. It's one thing shooting at people who are shooting at you that you don't know who they are, it's another knowing you are shooting at a former United States of America citizen.
Fucking California. I blame them. All these Hollywood mucky mucks and their fucking liberalism. They're the ones that decided it was a smart move to secede from the Union. Fucking morons. I at least would have thought the gun toting freaks in Texas would have seceded first, after all their governor announced they had thought of it way back in April of 2009. It wasn't long after that California thought, "hey Texas can do it, we should do it first." Someone should have told them this wasn't a fucking pissing match over who has the best Christian Dior sunglasses. What a fucking joke.
What's the worst part about the whole fucking civil war and reformation of the states? I got stuck on some fucking military base in Washington. Now mind you, Fort Lewis is a pretty sweet military base as far as military bases go, but I'd rather been home at Camp Ripley closer to my family and friends. Now I don't even know if they are alive or dead. Nope because of all the fucking places I had to be stuck at it had to be the one to stay on lockdown for most of the five fucking years it's taken for the borders between Montana and North Dakota opened up. I still believe in the old States, the States States. You know what I mean. I mean seriously...my grandfather is fucking seizing in his grave. Who would have thought some fucking communist bastard with his hands in the Russian government's pockets would have actually gotten something right. But then again it's not hard to realize history ALWAYS has a way of repeating itself.
So now here I am. After serving in the Western Pacific Territory Militia, ugh how I despise the word militia, I'm on my way home or what's left of home. I hear Camp Ripley survived. Minnesota and Wisconsin sound like nothing has changed. I'll pick up arms in the Midwestern Territory if they want me to, but all I want is to see if my home is still home.
Fuck it all and welcome to the shit.
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