Last night, we celebrated 231 years of All-American glory... Happy 4th of July. My flag hung, a solemn reference to the lives of my fellow brothers and sisters who've died for our country. My flag hung, a loud battle cry in the name of freedom and unity. Oh, how I love those stars and stripes... Even more proud am I, that I've chosen to fight alongside that flag; because on the day I die, everyone will know that I bleed red, white, and blue.
So, we did it up, All-American style... A good ol' fashion barbeque in front of the barracks. Loud music, great food, some drinks, and the best of friends... There was no need to wish everyone here a Happy 4th. Every waking day of our lives we breathe for America. Each day at work, we do what it takes to ensure our nations freedom. What could possibly destroy such a joyous holiday? I'm about to tell you...
First of all, if you are not in the mood for the sob story of yet another military man, then I highly advise that you stop reading right now. There are no happy endings to this tale.
Picture this, three men of different backgrounds... They may not be the best of friends, but they are brothers. They all meet on at least one piece of ground, they sacrificed their former lives in order to lead the life of a U.S. Navy sailor.
Some of you are saying, big deal, but with all due respect (and I mean ALL DUE RESPECT) FUCK YOU! Life outside of the military is soo, simple. I know this from personal experience, after all, I used to be a civilian. Do you know what it feels like to walk away from the woman you love, in the mindset that you are bettering yourself so that you can be a good provider. (Forgive me for thinking long-term...) Do you know what it feels like, to then, watch her drift away while other men fill your space. What about, leaving behind your closest friends... trust me, with time, they WILL replace you. Do you know what it feels like to watch the government completely kill your old life, and replace it with a military issue Life Plan. I know what this feels like, these three men, they feel it hardcore.
I'm sitting here wondering, how dare you walk away from me... after I left to create a better US! So don't come at me with bullshit. I don't have a shovel. If we talk now, consider it FRIENDSHIP ONLY. I don't want to hear that you "love" me (obviously you don't). I don't want to hear that you "miss" me (prove that with your actions). At this point, soo many people have forced me to not care... So, keep that in mind everytime you decide to come at me off some ol' sweetalk shit.
These three men, yeah, they're all dealing with it. I watched a grown man, my brother, cry! This man straight broke down, because of some female back home in the States... His wife. She has his two kids, a little boy and girl... He NEVER gets to see them.. And, it ain't because he doesn't want to... She's holding them away. I'm not even gonna throw the rest of that shit out there... BUT THAT SHIT IS FOUL! The other man, he's dealing with a massive case of "Stupid Bitch Syndrome"... You know, that virus in which a female gets infected and all of sudden starts spitting out a whole lotta mess that makes absolutely no sense. We three men, sat in silence because of this stupid shit. Shit that could've possibly been avoided, had we decided not to serve our country. YOU ARE FUCKING SELFISH (you know who I am talking to).
I'm sitting here wondering, how dare you walk away from me... after I left to create a better us. So don't come at me with bullshit. I don't have a shovel. So, does the fact that I decided to do something with my life, that makes me unattractive now? We three men, trying to better ourselves for YOU, and now you decide to say shit like: "I don't love you anymore." or "I want you to go half in on the divorce." or "I'm getting the feeling that you don't love me anymore." WOMAN I LIVE IN SPAIN! WHEN I TRIED TO GET YOU TO COME WITH ME, YOU DIDN'T WANT THAT... AND NOW "YOU DON'T LOVE ME?"
This is their sacrifice... We put ourselves in danger's face... we stare death in the eye... however inadvertently that may be... and you decided we weren't good enough for you. I'm sorry I went out and secured a good future for myself, FOR YOU! And now, it's all for nothing. Why? Because YOU WALKED AWAY. This is why, now, when you tell me how bad other BOYS are treating you, I DON'T CARE! This is why, now, when you tell me you miss me, I DON'T CARE! These three men are soo fed up, and they don't even have the ability to truely voice this to you. They can't tell you this to your face, because, all you are showing them is your back.
It's really starting to look like I lost your love, to fight for your freedom.
It's really starting to look like you don't want a man that can provide for you, or maybe you just don't want a man that is willing to admit that he needs to do something to better himself...
This 4th of July, I don't care about YOUR freedom. I don't give a fuck about YOUR liberty. Happy Independence Day!! I'm independent, and you are exactly in the same place you were when you decided that I didn't fit your mold. So, don't call me. Don't write me. Don't even say my name, until you realize what it is I've lost. I suppose, I had to lose YOU, to gain a better ME.
Those three men, spent the night 4th of July shedding a tear, because that day in memberance of America's freedom, reminded them of how much they hate you for imprisoning their hearts.
