My parents had a very concerned look on their face when I came home. I thought I had done something wrong, but I had no clue what it could have been since I was at work and incapable of doing any long distance damage...or was I? Things just seem to end up my fault...
"Tres, we got a call from a recruiter...he said he reviewed the military test you took when you were at Redan." "Oh yeah, I remember that...it was easy as hell, I got like a 1,2, why?" "Well, he was talking about..."
The color left my face and I looked out the window, thinking about everything I wanted to do in life - every dream and wild fantasy I could possibly imagine...and then washed them all up into a ball of frustration and threw them as far into the distance as I could fathom. "It would really suck if I went to college and came all of this way just to trade my pen for a tech, my skills to learn to ****... struggling through money issues and getting credits to get a BA so I dont look like BS...what a wasted mind it would be if I ended up with my wasted mind on concrete...Just another sob story in the paper for people to shrug off and call it a collateral damage casualty...actually Im a f*cking human being..."
I speak in rhyme to myself when I think about my own life, cuz its nothing less than poetry to me. The things Ive been through must belong to paper or vocal chords...ears, belong to tears (there I go again). *Scratch* Have you thought about it? Being pulled from everything to be shaved and put in some fatigues, called Boy every three seconds while washing the floor with your toothbrush? And if you died who would need tissue for tears because they missed you *Scratch* thats not the issue.
If the Draft happened tomorrow...what would you do?
