If you denounce your time in the Military, then don't acknowledge being a Veteran

So, as we get through another Veterans Day, I began to think about a former friend of mine whom I went to Basic Training with seven years ago.  He is no longer in the Army, which he got out two and a half years ago and I believe was two years earlier than his ETS(End of Time of Service) date.  His time in the Army was not a very good time for him, which I can totally relate to that at times during my service as well, but as he got out he began to regret going into the Army in the first place.  I remember his first anniversary being out of the Army, he commented that looking back on it, he should've listened to the lyrics more carefully, talking about a song from Metallica called Disposable Heroes.  However, despite all of this, he still trots around calling himself a Veteran and takes advantage of all the benefits that come with it.    I understand, his time in the Army wasn't very great, as my time wasn't perfect at all by any means, but to literally denounce his time by nearly saying it was a mistake to join in the first place and then take the benefits that come with it is literally a double standard.  I experienced hearing from Soldiers as I was in when they were getting out, telling me joining the Military was a mistake and they should've never have joined, to begin with.  You know, that's fine, everyone is entitled to their opinion, but don't be going around saying that and then turn around, parade to people that you're a Veteran and try to fetch all the benefits that come with it.  This kind of crap reminds me of when I was back home before I joined the Army, I was talking to a lady who's life was solely depended on government assistance, begin to tell me how bad our nation is and we would be better off with a different government, not to mention when I told her I signed up to go into the Army she thought it was worst idea ever and so forth.  I cannot understand with some people, how you can hate a government that is literally taking care of you because you can't do it for yourself for whatever reason(sadly her reason was she was milking the system so she doesn't have to get a job).  My former friend is literally sounding like this lady; "Oh, fuck the Army, I should've never joined but gimme benefits from it."  Before we cut ties with one another, I used to try to cheer him up about his time in the service, because despite the garbage you have to deal with on a daily basis, just remember you are in the one percent of the US population to have the guts to sign up and serve your country.  The rest of the ninety-nine percent will never understand that sacrifice, whether it was they didn't have to, medical conditions prevented them to, or they just flat out said "Screw That!", whatever the situation they are currently in.  I joined at a late age because the option was always kept in my back pocket when the situation I was in got extremely bad, I had that to fall back to.  And my the situation at the time was in dire straits; I was laid off from working as an accounts payable/receivable clerk for nearly a year, the town where I was living in had no means of employment at all, and I was living with a friend of mine which we both were living with hid dad who liked to hang out with drug addicts so he can get his dick sucked, despite the fact these pieces of shit would steal from him, call him names and even sometimes beat the crap out of him.  Me and my friend, along with some other people including his older sister tried to change his father while I lived there but nothing seemed to work.  As a result, when it came known his father wouldn't change and I did not want to go back living with my father, which we got into a huge confrontation a couple years before which led me to live with my friend, I decided to join the Army.  Now, after seven years in, and will be separating shortly in the next few months on a medical discharge, which is looking like a medical retirement, I have to say I am proud of my time in the Army.  Don't get me wrong, there were tons upon tons of crap I had to put up with, but overall, I don't regret my decision joining.  As for my former friend on the other hand, who had the gall to talk about on his crappy page on Facebook about looking for IED's on roadsides while on a convoy because "we" service members are trained to look for anything suspicious even though he never went on a combat deployment, and South Korea is NOT one of those, if you continue to say you regret joining the Army then do me and every other Veteran a favor: STOP acknowledging you're a Veteran, don't go to the VA, and don't try to pick up benefits because you served and hated it.  You think you were the only one that had a bad time in the Army?  Everyone has who was in, from the four-star general to the lowly private.  But for some of us we look at the good times we had while in the shithole, and realize almost ninety-nine percent of the population don't have the balls to do what do or did.  Remember that, I have fucking spoken!

The Angry Private

OEF 2010-2011  101st AB DIV

Now that I'm through ranting....

I want to begin a new chapter here on Blogger.  I used to have an account here for many years, but I deleted it last year to end my time from the internet for a while.  Now that I am back, I wanted to share with all of you what to expect, some upcoming projects, and overall what some of my tastes are.  First off, what to expect of me: I am crazy, I am the first to admit that, I am a suicidal mess, which is being dealt with very well right now, but unfortunately will haunt me for the rest of my life.  Some topics you will see me do here?  Mainly current events, guitar reviews, sports cards, PTSD and suicide issues, or really just anything that suites my fancy.  I will try to be entertaining, intelligent, and thorough as possible.  For some of my upcoming projects here, I will be creating two more blogs.  The first one will be titled "Ye Olde Blogs" which will be a collection of blogs I salvaged over the years to show all of you some of my previous writings.  The second one will be overview and experience in the Army titled "Ass Kissers and Toxic Leaders, The Real Story of Today's US Army."  I have started typing a little of this, but I won't be planning on publishing it on here till next year, around the time I'm on terminal leave or even to after my ETS date(which is less than a year away, THANK GOD!).   It'll be all the criticisms I have with the Army, how it screwed me up in the head dearly, and how blindly stupid it really is.  One thing I would say I got from my ex-friend was to plan and plan ahead, which is what I'm doing before I get out; getting a house and getting to finish up school to my degree in Accounting and then get my CPA license.  It should be good for the time being, as long as the toxic people stay away. 

P.S.  One more rant to the toad before I leave it alone, I think my grammar is very good.  Prick

No More Mr. Nice Guy

This needs to be said, done, and over with.  First off, contrary to the popular belief of my ex-friend of a toad, I am NOT a stalker.  I hate stalkers, I actually had a bad experience with one before, and I'm too much of a private person to do even think of doing so.  However, I will admit I do have some crazy spells, which is being worked out with a therapist and some medications(which I hate taking but somehow does help me).  Also, I am NOT gay, as he supposedly thinks.  "The operating theory among those Army buddies that I am still willing to talk to is that he's a queer that's after my butt" remark is completely ludicrous and a poor attempt to try to flatter himself.  I love women way too much to go after men, in fact, as he doesn't know I have a girlfriend(or I should say more like friends with benefits sort of thing but oh well).  Finally, I NEVER had any intention to try to talk him into coming back to the Army.  Whatever I said was mainly a joke, which of course the toad has no concept of humor, or sarcasm as he thinks he does.  In fact, I wouldn't even want him to come back to a two-faced, hypocritical organization such as the Military.   I understand, though, why he is angry.  Over a year ago, while I was in that hideous place of a duty station in South Korea, I did go nutty for a time, largely due to my provider taking me off my medication and how toxic and unprofessional my unit was.  I wanted to do a celebration of my ex-friend's service in the Army by creating positive meme pictures of him during his first anniversary of leaving the service.  The purpose of what I did was to help him feel how good it was to serve in the Army, despite it's many, many flaws.  Also, knowing that he was part of the one percent of the people in the US that dared to even raise their right hand to serve in the Military.  I didn't think of it at the time, but he wasn't very amused and did tell me to stop.  I don't know why I didn't, maybe Korea really did fuck me up.  My ex-friend kept warning me and warning me until he blocked me for good.  I was shocked a bit, and mad because he had no sense of humor whatsoever.  I can't remember what happened afterward, but I did though create a music page, or more like a page dedicated to music, arts, and literature.  Before the toad blocked me, I was helping out with a music page he had.  Obviously, I was banned from that page along with his main profile.  I just know as I was running my page, I wanted to make amends with him, being after I finally left Korea my sanity slowly started coming back.  I believe it was around December of last year I messaged him to apologize for what I did, and that my craziness got the best of me, and I was going delete all the memes I made of him.  Of course, the jackass toad didn't respond back, and from I heard recently just blocked me again with no disregards.  After that, I ended up deleting my original profile and began to go low key.  The low key part took even more of a hold when my computer caught a virus.  As a result, I couldn't get online anymore, and instead of immediately getting my computer fixed, I decided to live semi-internet free for a while.  I went out a little more and met some cool people in the process.  Then, earlier this month I took some leave to go home and take care of some personal things that needed attention and went to get my computer fixed so I had internet once more, realizing it had become more of a necessity nowadays(sadly).  When my leave ended, I wanted to do something for my so-called friend so he wouldn't be sour with me forever, so I decided to make a page dedicated to his blogs; no pictures of him, no names, just his words and that's it.  Also, I posted some music he and even myself on the page as well.  My aim was to help market his blogs so he can gain a bigger following, which was the least I could do after what I did last year.  I started the page very low key because I wanted to perfect what my scheduling would be until the toad saw it.  Just this morning, he posted a blog about the page, typing all bunch of stupid assumptions he made of me(which are obviously not true), and said he is going to get a hold of my chain of command in regards to it.  Also, he got his so-called "minions" to report my page as well.  This really enraged me to the point I blocked his dumbass, unfollowed just about everything he had.  I am through with this piece of shit, I have something to you: IF YOU HAVE A PROBLEM WITH ME OR ANY OF MY PAGES, TELL IT TO MY FUCKING FACE!  DON'T BACK DOOR ME AND RUN TO FACEBOOK OR MY CHAIN OF COMMAND YOU DICKLESS COCKSUCKER!  GROW SOME FUCKING BALLS!  I have given him my olive branch, and all he did was break it in half and spit on me in the process.  For that, I am officially done being the nice guy, if the toad can't appreciate that, then he can go straight to fucking hell.  I am done sticking my hand out only for it to be brutally cut off.  The Army already has given me a suicidal problem as it is, and I'm not going to let this shitbag do the same to me.  Finally, as he said in his blog, "At this point, Shitbag, I strongly suggest you fuck off and go away for good.", I am not going away that easily.  I will still have my page(however it will not have any of your filth or senseless words or poor music taste on there), I will still have my blogs(which will feature some much-needed criticism of your garbage) and if you try to get your minions to sabotage and report me for petty BS, I will get you.  Next time, say it to my face and not hide behind your wall of Facebook or your pathetic following.  I did my apology, I tried to help you, and all you did was kick me in the nuts.  What you did today was created an enemy. As Julius Caesar once said, "Alea iacta est".  SO ADOIS YOU COCKSUCKING, FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT, STUPID IDIOT, BASTARD WANNABE, ASPIE MOTHERFUCKER!  Goodbye and good riddance to bad rubbish.