Wednesday, August 03, 2005

Infantry

Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I shall fear no evil. For I am the baddest mother fucker around.

-Proverbs, 11B

Monday, August 01, 2005

Tags

A couple of months back I found myself at a cross roads. My enlistment was up, my attitude was not where it had to be for a leader, and I didn't know where to go. Twelve years is a long time to commit to anything and the military has a way of making a job in to a way of life. I ended up singing the papers for six years. I got some money to stay but that was not part of the decision. What really made my mind up was an upcoming deployment to the sand box. I realized that I couldn't leave when my unit needed me more than ever. Don't get me wrong, I have no doubt that there are many that could lead my squad should I go. But that isn't what a soldier can do or live with.

That is when I decided to start wearing my id tags (dog tags) at all times. To remind me and others of the commitment that I and many before me have made. I am privileged to be able to serve my country, my unit and my men. I will stand along side of my fellow soldiers and answer the call because if we don't, who will?