Its been a few days since I’ve been able to summon the testicular fortitude to see what posts I have been involved with. I approached the only logically sane decisions I have left. Either re-enlist and battle the demons that forged me, or succumb to the inevitably of my remission.
Suicide is the only option I have left. I am ineligible for re-enlistment. I was in hopes that I could disappear as before.
I can get to the level of gone I need to be. Whiskey helps. Ammunition is the glass. My sidearm is the beverage. My hand is the lift. My heart, the ice.
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Hey man its the first time ive commented or been here in a week.
I like what u write. I know its all about how u feel, but also sometimes i like the abstract feeling u can convey in ur words.
Maybe u can consentrate on writing. Make a blog or publish something about ur time in the war.
Take care brother.