The things we take for granted.
I come from a family of service members. My grandfather served for 25 years. My father, for 12. My sister is currently serving, and is in her 8th year as a Security Forces Airman in the United States Air Force. I am of Japanese decent, on my Mother's side (I 25%, my Mother, half, my grandmother, full, obviously), and while yes, I am mostly black, I embrace coming from a long lineage of confirmed Japanese warriors. The Buishido code of chivalry is prominent in my life, as I base my morals around its tenets.
When I was 17, I joined the United States Army as a Military Police Soldier and signed a blank check to Uncle Sam for up to and including my life. For me, it is honor and a priveledge to carry on my family's tradition. I love my country. Do we as a nation have our faults? Absolutely. Do I always agree with our imperialistic nature? Absolutely not. But for me, giving back to the country that has allowed me to live a seamlessly carefree life is the least I can do. These are my reasons why I chose to serve my country, and my feelings were just as concrete and strong at 17 as they are now at 20.
I know damn well what I'm fighting for. I fight for those I love, and their ability to express the freedoms we are granted as United States citizens. I fight to carry on the spirits of the two brothers I lost in Afghanistan last year. I fight so others won't have to. You are entitled to your opinions, and you may judge me accordingly, but as you have your reasons for opposing war, I have my reasons for supporting it. As a Soldier of the National Guard, the military is only half of my life. Like any other civillian, I go to college, work a full-time job, and run my own production company. Call me a murderer. Tell me my morality is skewed. I will not falter in my beliefs because of your ignorance. Honestly, I don't understand what made you go out of your away to attack me. I did not insult you, I posted a picture of myself enjoying the job I signed up for. That's all. If attacking strangers on the internet gets you off, then so be it, but don't insult someone without having the slightest hint of who they are or where they came from.
2 oz blended whiskey
Juice of 1/2 lemon
1/2 tsp powdered sugar
1/2 slice lemon
Shake blended whiskey, juice of lemon, and powdered sugar with ice and strain into a whiskey sour glass. Decorate with the half-slice of lemon, top with the cherry, and serve.
You know, all this talk has me longing for the good old days when men like Davey Crockette would punch a sucker like Randy out rather than talk a bunch of shit and act all hard like a pussy IE brotard in a raised truck for instance - if you know what I mean. Somehow this hipster generation has misconstrued not being a pussy for being an asshole.
Maybe there is no Last Great Man.
Came for pics...stayed for the anti-war rhetoric.
You fight to carry on the spirits of your brothers who were killed. So you're fighting for the right to get killed doing something stupid. Brilliant.
Randy, go tell the IDF that Islamo-fascism is a fairy tale, fairy.
You're going into business for yourself? Your puny ass is going to get eaten up.
Men are wired to fight. It's how the goddamn world works. When a business competitor tries to take food out of your kids mouth, you work overtime. When a grave threat, like say Nazism, threatens the world, you fight! But Randy, you sit behind a keyboard and troll high school ravers. You're a slut with no wife, no kids, no property and no guts.
GOD DAMN IT NO ONE IS TAKING THAT AWAY FROM ME