This is the third blog in a series of blogs I am writing. The purpose of these blogs is to give you the reader a insight or a look into my life. The purpose of this blog is to focus on my time in Cuba and in the military. Although i cannot tell you everything I do know I will try to tell you as much as I can without getting myself into trouble. Before i begin this blog I would like to tell you exactly why I have taken the time to open up to you and write these blogs.
Conway Twitty once said in his song "Thats my Job" , "I make my livin' with words and rhymes and all the tragedy
Should go into my head and out instead as bits of poetry". These lyrics stood out to me because I guess I understood what he meant. During the process of writing part two of this blog and part three I have been texting dallas. I have been telling her the purpose of this is the hope you the reader would be inspired through my trajedy. Dallas is one of my biggest supporters, and i thank her for that. I just told her my own writing scares me sometimes because it shows me where i have been, and where i havent. This is truly a journey for me and I want to thank her for wanting to join me on this journey I call THE REAL ME.
After a short ride to Norfolk, Va I got on a plane to Florida and then to Cuba. We landed in Cuba to tight security, but it looked like paradise. Sunny as can be, warm, and I was finally a reconized soilder. I was so proud and happy at that moment. After getting assigned all our stuff we finally go to our rooms. We were living six people in a three bedroom house, so space was tight to say the least. My first day working i realized what i had gotten myself into. Long working days, not many days off, and alot of stress. There were all these important people everywhere.I was in a paradise, but at the same time I was so scared.
Drinking was pretty common in Cuba. It was like when i wasnt working i was drinking. I once again was using drinking as a way of dealing with the feelings and pain I didnt want to face. I wasnt ready for what i was facing and was trying to beat it with drinking.
Halfway through my tour in Cuba I was told for the first time by an immate that he hated me because I was an american and he wanted to kill me. I really didnt know what to say but from that moment on i watched every step i took while i was working. At this moment in time i began to hate Cuba and hate the military in general because of my promblems. I was still blaming anyone I could for the pain that I was feeling inside.
I finished my tour in Cuba, and told my first sargent I no longer wanted to be there, and I wanted out. I didnt realize at this point that i was making a choice that would affect me the rest of my life. This choice got me to where I am today. Needless to say theere was a major screw up in the paperwork and this began another struggle in my life..............
Thank you for reading blog #4 and #5 coming soon
