To begin to come grips with the darkness and the demons raging inside of me, I need to look back to where I come from and what shaped me to that person, that soldier trying to do what I was trained to do.
Disclaimer: A lot of what will appear on these posts are the way I remember things happening. Time plays a factor in those memories, so there are likely instances where my memories might deviate slightly from actual events.
There are also a pile of my opinions on different people/subjects in this post and the ones to come. Some of those opinions may be offensive to some people, and honestly I don't care if they are. They are my opinions and I am entitled to them as much as everybody else. Don't like them? Don't read the next several posts, unfollow me or mute me - doesn't matter to me.
As I write this posts you will get my perspective on events, what I saw, what I felt, what I thought. As I said before, it will be the ugly, unchecked raw emotion of the moment. I will not be holding back the punches.