The price of freedom is high, it always has been. And it’s a price I’m willing to pay. And if I’m the only one, then so be it. But I’m willing to bet I’m not.
For as long as I can remember, I just wanted to do what was right. I guess I’m not quite sure what that is anymore. And I thought I could throw myself back in: follow orders, serve. It’s just not the same
I’ve been on my own since I was 18. I never really fit in anywhere, even in the Army. My faith’s in people, I guess. Individuals. And I’m happy to say that, for the most part… they haven’t let me down. Which is why I can’t let them down either.