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Smoking on Veteran’s Day
So….What are you smoking today?
Some days I just want to know because it is going to be hours before I get my 1st inhales in. And I want that to be different. I want that to be now! But discipline.
I could take a Delta8 and be mellow. But not today. The problem with being your own everything is sometimes? Working inside of a peaceful state of existence could cost. So you have to push it back until the adulting is done. And that’s today.
Today is Veteran’s Day and though I am not a Vet? I do respect this Day more than any other National Holiday. Not because I have a flag hanging outside of my house. And not because I support the numerous Wars and Deaths the US War Machine has been behind. But because my Brother is a Marine. And his best friend growing up. George. Was a Marine Recon. And this is about him.
As a kid in the 70’s and I mean, a kid. These two wreaked havoc and whooped some serious ass here on LI. George was a Marine before he was a Marine. His Brother would be a Marine and his Dad, a Puerto Rican Marine. Serious shit. George would become a RECON. Taught to kill you with a warm breath of fresh air or a leaf. And all for US. USA.
When they tell the story of the Bin Laden being trained by US Marines in the hills in the 80’s? I know its true because George told me it was. And when he came home? He struggled mightily. My favorite thing about him though was the way he was. He had an effeminate manner about him sometimes that was really just a rouse to beat the shit out of macho assholes. He tore a McDonald’s up once. Leaving four macho men who dared to call this Father of more than a few the F word. Faggot. But he was legally, crazy. And as such. Got a pass.
George struggled with PTSD until passing away a few years ago. He struggled with his family. He struggled with his friends. And he struggled with finding happiness. But he was still my other Brother and I loved him for it.
He wouldn’t change a thing about him. His choices to join the USMC. And I have to say one of the greatest compliments I ever received in life was working with George when after a tough job he told me “Kenny. You would have been a hell of a Marine.”
When George passed I found out after he was buried due to some petty shit between my brother and his family and I always regretted missing his funeral. I don’t blame him. And I don’t blame them. Because I knew what it was like being around George. We all at least once, dealt with his pain. And me much less than them. And honestly, he always made me mad because I wanted my Brother back. The one that came back from Paris Island full of love for his country.
It is why the affiliation I am most proud of is the one with vfcusa,com.
If someone had been around for George when he came home? Things might have been different. Ended different.
This isn’t about war. Or the choices people make. It’s about my brother who I love and remember his sacrifice. And if you didn’t know? Now you do. Stay tuned for more information on this great organization serving people of different backgrounds. Dems. Republicans. Batshitters. Because there is no room for your bullshit when I smoke.
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