So I'm outside hanging with friends today when a guy whom I am assuming is of middle eastern decent started shit with me. Before I go into that let me tell you why. I was wearing a USMC hoodie that was a present from my uncle who is a scout/sniper so of course the sniper logo was on it with the skull and two rifles. Sort of a jolly roger but without the bones. Well this dude comes up and automatically starts yelling at me. Saying that what I did in Iraq was wrong and that killing women and children will send me to hell. So I sat there for about five minutes listening to him rant and rave like an idiot and then asked if he was finished as calmly as I could. Then as I am about to say something that was going to lower myself to his pathetic level a cop came up and asked me if this man was bothering me. I told him no but I believed that he was bothering my friends and the people around us. The cop escorted the man somewhere not really sure and not really caring either. One of the women that was with that man came up to me and said that because of me her husband was in handcuffs. I looked her square in the eyes and said lady I was in hell and the things that happened there I had no control of. But I had control of myself and have retained that control so that when your husband went loco he got in trouble not me, and if I wanted too I could have knocked the living shit out of him. So unless you have something good to say get the fuck out of my face. She turned around and left, but by this time a crowd had been attracted by the disturbance and a couple in the crowd started shouting insults at the lady. Things that I'm not going to repeat simply because it doesn't need to be said. A few hours later a women who said she worked for some local newspaper wanted to chat with me about my time in Iraq, what did I do, what unit was I with, etc etc. I looked at her with the infamous thousand yard stare and said plainly that I did not wish to speak about it and to please leave me the hell alone. She wouldn't leave and kept bothering me and my friends until I had had enough and told her that a) I was in Iraq and it was complete hell b) that there is a lot of things our media won't tell us about and sometimes its good things that should be said c) that yes I killed people and blew up houses and cars but it was either them or us. Then she asked so did you kill children? Yes was my answer but those kids had AKs and were shooting men and women of the US armed forces. Under orders to shoot back I did. Then I told her that I wasn't a marine or with the army. Then I left her and my friends sitting there in shock. I left the confusion and bullshit behind. I only wish that when I left Iraq with its bullshit and confusion that I could come home to peace and understanding. Yeah right. People say that they "support the troops" and say they send us "love" but when we need support at home do we get it? Fuck no, only our brothers come and aid us. The saying "if you can't stand behind the troops try standing in front of the them" comes to mind. But what civi would do that? Bastards....
