Stop Bitching About Stop-Loss
I'm personally getting tired of all the bitching about stop-loss. Eight soldiers have actually filed a lawsuit over the matter. Some of you may ask, what right do you have criticizing these soldiers. I'll be more than happy to tell you. I enlisted in the Army for three years in March of 2002. You can probably do the math. That's right, I'm supposed to get out in March of 2005. Guess what, I'm not. So if anyone has the right to call these soldiers what they are, whiners, then it's me. I would happily tell this to their face if I had the opportunity. Sure, I have a wife that I love and enjoy spending time with. Sure, I have a son that is going to be born while I'm deployed for over a year past my initial enlistment. Sure, I'm not exactly throwing a party over the prospect of spending a over a year of my life in some remote outpost of Iraq, getting shot at by a bunch of assholes. I'm not whining, crying, or filing any lawsuits. I might not be getting on that plane with a smile on my face, but I wouldn't have it any other way. This is what I signed up for. How many opportunities do you have to stand face to face with the enemy, on their turf, with my brothers, say fuck you, take my weapon off safe, and go to town. Combat is the one thing a soldier like me has to look forward to, not all the bullshit administrative meetings, briefings, and all the other bureaucratic nonsense. This is our Super Bowl. What's the point of all those endless hours of training if you can't play the game. I'm fully aware of the gravity and danger associated with this game, but I would rather play it out on their turf, than sit on my couch watching it on TV. , waiting for the day when it comes to my home. I couldn't imagine seeing my friends go off to war without me. I would feel like the biggest shit-bag in the history of the army. Besides the importance of fighting with my brothers in arms, I'm also intelligent enought to understand the historic implications of this war in Iraq and the broader war on terrorism. These terrorist assholes think they have a monopoly on their willingness to fight to the end. My friend's and I, as well as the other soldiers fighting over there, are there to show them the true spirit of what it means to fight for something you beleive in. So quit your bitching, strap your boots on, and realize the unique opportunity you have in fighting for something good and honorable.