The thoughts as of late are like mini clips from a movie. The images of smashing a door down and seeing the utter terror on peoples faces. The one Marine interpreter and the look on his face with an entry wound to the cheek and this massive exit wound to the back of head. That look haunts me. The night an Iraqi snuck up on an OP and was shot to shit. His intestines hanging out and the mumbling of words that I will never know what they meant. I could go on. The thoughts are eating at me. I try to put them out but they come back and replay in my head. Ive tried talking to people about it, tried to write about it but it never leaves.
So this brings me back to why I stopped writing. There are people who dont give a shit about what is going on over here. This site isnt a story book to live vicarious in. These words are my experience and not a place where I need to write for anyone. I felt as if I was writing for an audience rather than just venting my emotions.
Another thing is its always a question of justification. It enrages me. Ive spoken to people and once they know that I'm in Iraq, they want to gauge my opinion and stance on it. I can feel their challenge and I try to make light of the situation. I am not the one who decided to send troops there.I just feel that this story that I began so long ago has nearly run its course. I dont know what else I can say about it.









Previous Page123Next Page