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Posted by Z on January 07, 2017
I'm tired of people deciding that it's a good idea to behave like animals...to behave like the dogs I pick up off the street who have no sense other than the instinct to mate, eat, shit and kill.
I'm tired of the entitlement people think they are owed. Like the world has done them an injustice in giving them a challenge that mommy and daddy never prepared them for and now, somehow, it's my job to help them get over their hurdle.
I'm tired of our prior service members acting like they are so dysfunctional that they can't hold a job, be parents or act like civilized human beings. When my Grandfather, a WWII Army Veteran, my Father, a Marine Corps Vietnam Veteran, I, a Marine Corps Veteran and my son a third Generation Marine, have all managed to build functional lives for ourselves even through the most difficult of circumstances.
I'm tired of explaining to civilians that I'm not an asshole; i'm a professional with a mission and a smile is not necessary until my mission is accomplished. That's how shit gets done. Mission accomplishment and then troop welfare.
I hunger for the days when we were waving flags instead of kneeling for them. I miss the moments when we sat in awe of our country's technological advances instead of wincing when I see our toddlers in car seats with an ipad for entertainment. I wish my children had been given the opportunity to stand for the pledge of allegiance every morning like I had. And I have almost forgotten what it was like to have "Christmas" and not "Winter Holidays" and "Easter" instead of "Spring Break".
I love my country. We are survivalists. We are bred of men and women who came to this country or were born of this country through death, war and famine. We survived through social injustice and financial hardship. Sometimes we barely made enough of a life to keep our bloodlines alive. But we survived. I hold my head up high when I think of the sacrifices that were made so that I could sit here and write this for you today.
And, since you have read this far, and you care this much about what I have to say, I would like to give you this moment to rally up and remember what being an American is truly about. It's about honor, and holding each other up to a standard that other countries should envy. It's about having the courage to stand up for truth and the little guy, regardless of gender, race or religion; but keeping in mind that we will defend what is ours and the truth of our Nation to the death. It is a commitment to our country, our flag and our chosen leaders; because that is what our forefathers died for and that is what our troops live and die for everyday. A sacrifice that should not be in vain.
I'm tired; but I have a lot of fight left in me. And so do most of my friends and family. This is my country. I love being an American and I love making the world a better place because of it. -Z
Z is a United States Marine Corps Veteran, mother of two teenagers, is currently employed as an Animal Control Officer in Texas, and has been a graphic designer and marketing contributor for Gruntworks since 2014. She received her BAS from UIW in 2012 and has not used it since. She prides herself in keeping her circle small and full of loyal and trustworthy dogs...sprinkled with a few good humans.
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