Was just talking with a good friend on the phone. [View all]
A dyslexic bad punctuation ramble ahead.
My friend is coming out of Maryland with freight headed back to our terminal. He suffers with compassion and empathy and disgust in us talking over the Renee Good murder.
This man is a gentle soul he is a former 11 series soldier as i yet a few years younger than me.
Yet before ending our conversation he once again reinforced how decent a human he is.
Him once again him speaking from memory when he was a young teenage grunt in the Gulf war.
Him riding in the back of his squads M2 word was coming down that they were breaching the fortifications and the Iraqis were being buried alive .
I got it that it was either them or us yet i felt for them and inside i just felt like puking at that time.
He once again repeats what he has told me before bro it wasn’t the firefights. Our red tracers from suppression fire or the incoming green tracers from the Iraqi grunts that i remember.
It’s we just buried alive other people no rescuing them we had to keep moving.
And I feel the same way inside over that poor woman’s murder we’ve lost our humanity our souls as a society.
I’m fortunate to have this man as a friend as he is a decent person.
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