ANATOMY OF THE WARRIOR
I've REALLY got to try to open the door to the other-side.....where the vast majority of those of us who made it back and OWN the title of Warrior....where we went....what we did how all THAT shit affected,affects still,and will affect us as time continues on......I say that because there's not one day that passes where a another vet asks me if EVERYBODY out there who ain't never been in da shit underwent a lobotomy, or was there a big brain tumor deal while we was in country....it HAD to be something cause EVERYBODY is fuggin'so outta line with some shit that comes from their sucks that I have to make a conscience effort to NOT beat the many imbecils we find ourselves surrounded by daily....thing is....they've been stupid ALL their life n I didn't feel that way until it all came crashing over me one really fucked up day.......
No one can be given the Title of "Warrior", it don't mean much to many "Earth" people, ....and for GOD'S sake not every swingin dick who was over there....in ANY Area of Operation....was or is a Warrior.....Kay,here's what THE defining attribute,character defect, what-EVA you wanna call it....it still is what it IS.....n It's this:A US Marine or a soldier "STEPS" into Warrior-hood usually when they get their respective cherries popped in their first action.....the only dudes who didn't have a REALLY, REALLY bad reaction to 1st contact were the sociopaths and the psychopaths who don't have fear,compassion,empathy,....only icy apathy...normal dudes are ...in quite a literal way...shittin' their boxers at not the MOMENT of incoming, but at the REALIZATION that its ALL meant for HIM...combine that with the gene of survival n ya' got yourself a turning point....Will he freeze? Cowering against ANYTHING that offers the illusion of protection.....will he blurt out, "MOMMY!!!"as he regresses to an almost infantile state of incontinence.....If the heart of a Warrior beats, at THAT point in time like a fuggin' jackhammer, within the chest of him, then all that cacophony of inner pleas gets supplanted by the crystal clear desire to move....and move as deliberately and VIOLENTLY as possible...and move INTO the point of contact...and thus a Warrior is born.....Pretty simple concept,really .....in the face of imminent death and against every fiber of ur being, you do right.....you do right by ur team,you do right by those at home counting on you ....you do right by yourself....cause only does the one REALLY know how close he came to doing wrong. And so its actually in the Warrior's own second REALIZATION that, hey, its only a matter of fuggin' time anyway before death comes ,I'm already dead, and the dead aren't burdened by emotions ....like compassion,fear,empathy....and the horror really begins.....lol
OK.......so I lied.......I'm not very laid back......I'm pretty much ur typical combat Marine vet......some days half shot out....a few fully.......sprinkled with a few ...a very few....of good ones. I don't like crowds, I hate loud sudden noises cause of the instinctive reactions i exhibit that can be pretty friggin' embarrassing....I have a love/hate relationship with my beloved Corps....I LOVE my brothers dat I fought,bleed,ate,cried,laughed with.....I HATE the beauracratic bullshit that the chains of command are imbedded with. I'm a Warrior,first and foremost...always will be.....not saying that cause I'm billy bad-ass, I'm not....what I am is FIERCELY loyal....if I'm with you, I'm WITH YOU.....all the way. I know what its like to take another life, I know that surreal experience of the first firefight one finds themselves in....ur heart feels like its gonna come bursting out thru the fire-resistant undershirt,the blouse, the body armor and ur web gear.....you feel ur guts go liquidy n ur bladder has a moment and you feel that ur living the last few moments of ur life...then the heart of the Warrior takes hold and the muscle memory kicks in....you