

I’m as leftist as it gets. I was called baby killer by someone at a mall when I was 19. I get their stance now, though at 19 I hadn’t killed any babys, still haven’t. But I thought I joined for the right purposes. 9/11 just happened and I was impressionable as a kid. It hurt. I thought I was doing the right thing at the time.
Impressionable kids were brought into a system that fucked them over. I thought I was doing the right thing by saving Americans that I thought were vulnerable. I’m not proud of where I’ve been or what I’ve done. I am proud that it helped me understand the world, and my subsequent choices. It disgusts me to know how many people I served with, that came away with a different understanding.
I felt we were there to help. We did some stuff that looked that way. Sometimes it even felt that way.
“Hey go feed the hungry and hand out school supplies”
And then on your way back “btw you’re passing by such and such on your way back, eliminate everyone who offers resistance.”
And you think of the kids “hey thanks for the crayons, but I really wish you didn’t kill my dad and 2 of my uncles in the process”.
My son idolizes me and my time in Iraq. I keep telling him that’s not something to look up to, and the job is full of pain. I honestly don’t know where I’m getting at with this, other than there’s no excuse for wars that didn’t need to happen. The military industrial complex decides we dont have enough information for the next war, so we start a new one with a smaller adversary and make up excuses.

Talked shit about cops to a guy I went to Iraq with who became a cop. I still give him shit for drinking his own piss. I treat him with contempt and he still thinks we’re friends.