This is a mere collection of rambling thoughts and drunken rhetoric. Not to be taken to the heart or even to be take with any level of seriousness. I am 33 years old, a U.S Army Soldier, an husband, a father and so much more...or at least I believe I am. What is the mesure of a good man? Is it the acts he does throughout his life or the life he leads? Heaven or hell, he has committed acts that could condemn him to both. Stuck in a prison of his own mind, walls built by fear and doubts. "Am I good enough?" "Am I worth to bask in his light?" A religious or a physiological debate that is unending and unrelenting. We drink to escape the pain but when we drinking we think which causes more pain.......it is stupid. But here we are never the less. I was proven wrong today, I thought nice guys have a chance, they could with stand maybe even change a woman's thoughts and character by showing a small piece of our soul....no...that is wrong. I used to be a asshole to women but somewhere I changed, I am not sure why but I did. It took 3 attempts for me to realize that either 1. I am not worth it or 2. people just like being treated like shit. But in the end it doesn't really matter cause I am stuck in Korea all by my damn self. A bottle as a companion and a small barracks room all to myself. But I am proud to protect people that do not know me nor care to get to know me...So I ask again, How do you measure a man?