Sgtpinkie
Marine Rifleman, Nearing Retirement
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- Joined
- Jun 1, 2018
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I was a member on this forum prior to enlisting. And stopped posting following my enlistment.
My journey coming to a close. I’m left with a dilemma on what comes next in my life. I didn’t join the marine corps to ascend. But to die, and leave my family with the armed forces life insurance policy.
I went through untold horrors, both in the rear, and in the field. The military has only opened my eyes even more on how truly over it is. In those lonely nights in trenches overlooking an endless horizon. You’re only left with your thoughts to occupy you. Hoping to god that maybe you’d catch a stray bullet. Instead you’re stuck there. Keeping watch.
I am spited and despised by my own team. A team I’m supposed to lead. Not a soul takes me seriously despite my experience and years in the Corps. It doesn’t help I’m the shortest man in my platoon, standing at 5’7.
The start of my journey was abysmal, as I had to work twice as hard as everyone else just to even remotely have a chance in a competitive field. I became efficient, capable, damn near confident. Both physically and mentally. I was truly ready. Then I hit the fleet. And found myself the butt of untold jokes, I was never taken seriously and always found myself alone most weekends. I continued my isolated ways, just like I did before I enlisted.
Now I live with my experiences, failing to do what I came to achieve and now choosing to fully leave this life behind.
Truly, one of the worst experiences in my life. Yes I learned a lot. Yes, I’m stronger. But at what cost?
My journey coming to a close. I’m left with a dilemma on what comes next in my life. I didn’t join the marine corps to ascend. But to die, and leave my family with the armed forces life insurance policy.
I went through untold horrors, both in the rear, and in the field. The military has only opened my eyes even more on how truly over it is. In those lonely nights in trenches overlooking an endless horizon. You’re only left with your thoughts to occupy you. Hoping to god that maybe you’d catch a stray bullet. Instead you’re stuck there. Keeping watch.
I am spited and despised by my own team. A team I’m supposed to lead. Not a soul takes me seriously despite my experience and years in the Corps. It doesn’t help I’m the shortest man in my platoon, standing at 5’7.
The start of my journey was abysmal, as I had to work twice as hard as everyone else just to even remotely have a chance in a competitive field. I became efficient, capable, damn near confident. Both physically and mentally. I was truly ready. Then I hit the fleet. And found myself the butt of untold jokes, I was never taken seriously and always found myself alone most weekends. I continued my isolated ways, just like I did before I enlisted.
Now I live with my experiences, failing to do what I came to achieve and now choosing to fully leave this life behind.
Truly, one of the worst experiences in my life. Yes I learned a lot. Yes, I’m stronger. But at what cost?