I Am A Much Better

I’ve Lived The Literal Meaning Of The ‘land Of The Free’ And ‘home Of The Brave.’ It’s Not Corny For Me. I Feel It In My Heart. I Feel It In My Chest. Even At A Ball Game, When Someone Talks During The Anthem Or Doesn’t Take Off His Hat, It Pisses Me Off. I’m Not One To Be Quiet About It, Either.

My Regrets Are About The People I Couldn’t Save—marines, Soldiers, My Buddies. I Still Feel Their Loss. I Still Ache For My Failure To Protect Them.

But In That Backroom Or Whatever It Is When God Confronts Me With My Sins, I Do Not Believe Any Of The Kills I Had During The War Will Be Among Them. Everyone I Shot Was Evil. I Had Good Cause On Every Shot. They All Deserved To Die.

But Real Life Doesn't Travel In A Perfect Straight Line; It Doesn't Necessarily Have That 'all Lived Happily Ever After' Bit. You Have To Work On Where You're Going.

There's No Reason Someone Who Has Fought For Their Country Should Be Homeless Of Jobless.