Author: lifeafterdoorkicking
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Never be cool like we used to be
When I was 17, I was a badass infantryman, anxious to do what I was trained to do. To close with and destroy the enemy. To kick ass, take names, and notch belts. Now I’m 32 and I shovel poo. Door kicking isn’t just a title. It was my way of life. It’s what pulled…
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Walking amongst heroes.
Cheers to the dead. They’re the only ones whose war is truly over. A big part of my reservation about making these blog posts is I want to be candid, but I don’t want to dishonor my comrades or their memories. Exposing my wounds is my decision. I can live with whatever consequences may come.…
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Losing touch.
I am a pretty guarded person. It’s easy for me to keep everyone at arms reach. I’m not sure why. Maybe I am. I don’t think I mean to do it. Maybe forgetting people is easier than missing them. Every now and then I realize how out of touch I am with everybody. So I…
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I’m not bitter
Some people might think I regret my time in the Army. Truth is, I don’t. I volunteered, reenlisted, and if my body held up, I’d still be in. I even loved the deployments—the rush, the purpose, the brotherhood. But I didn’t join to serve a noble cause. I joined to escape. I’d like to say…
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Opening old wounds.
This Is Gonna Hurt No matter how hard you tug, it’s not coming off fast. I’ve been picking at these scabs for a long time. Every now and then, after I get good and drunk, I find myself walking down memory lane with someone. Enthusiastically recalling my glory days. By the end, I’m half, maybe…
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Cagey
Sometimes I feel like the walls are closing in Like the air is made of cinnamon The gravity that weighs upon me is like jupiter Not room to do poop in here If I don’t escape make a break what’s at stake is no less than my mental state pas procrastinate… I guess there’s time…
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PTSD on the Smaller Scale
This is my second post, but it’s actually the first one I wrote. As I was writing I thought there might be more people feeling like I was. That’s what took this from me thinking I’d keep a journal to sharing it as a blog. I’ve been putting off writing this blog, blurb, or essay.…
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Transitioning.
My life after door kicking. I’ll be coming up on 10 years post military life. I thought I made the transition within a few months of seperation. Now, almost 10 years out, I have realized that in some ways I am still transitioning. From my expectations of co-workers, the way I attack both my personal…
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Life after door kicking. 