I am feeling somewhat better this morning. After a week of fever, coughing, congestion, and tooth pain, I am finally feeling like my old self. Of course, that means that my nightmares are back but its whatever.
I woke this morning to the sound of my basic training platoon shouting our platoon slogan. For those of you who have never served in the military each unit has a slogan. An example would be my platoon in basic. We were second platoon and our slogan was: Peace through force! Death from above! In the early morning hours, this chorus of wannabe soldiers sent shivers down my spine. This innocent group of individuals were training to become heart breakers and life takers.
As proud as I am to have served my country when it needed people to step to the plate, I have regrets. On many levels I am responsible for the scars that cover my heart. No one has ever hurt me like I hurt myself. Pardon me while I set this weeping Sally emotion to the side. Regardless of the pain and trauma, life goes on. What is done, is done. You can’t take back hurtful words that are spoken, and once you have fired the bullet, you can’t put it back in the casing. We must learn to move forward. Learn from your mistakes and move out.
That is going to do it for this morning. You guys take care and I will catch up with you a little later.