Every year on Memorial Day, I find myself watching war documentaries, scanning through the Faces of the Fallen and old pictures. Do I miss the Army or being gone in a foreign land? Hell no. Do I get a wash of emotions when I see young men firing rifles into buildings and hear the zipping of rounds? Sure. The AK-47 and the RPK are two things you will never forget the sound of; they are so unique a sound due to their construction and design.
I often wonder if I've got any of the old gunslinger left in me, but it doesn't matter now. Still, it's just an errant thought that goes as quickly as it came. My answer to myself is always yes.
Not more than a few hours ago, I was pondering something really deep and meaningful to write and I dismissed it in lieu of this. I used to get emails, phone calls and text messages (I did get a few today) thanking me for my service, but I have to tell them "This isn't meant for me. I'm not dead". I can say, however, with resounding sadness that no person I know who has died in combat has done so for anything other than the men to their left and right at that time.
This has turned out disastrously... well.. here are links to the couple vids of interest I saw today.