Well, it’s been a few weeks since I blogged and since I returned home from my cross-country journey. To tell the truth, I think I’m still decompressing and reflecting on each state I traversed, every experience. It was a constant overload on my senses and it was so beautiful to be out in America. I used to be afraid to say that I love this country, out of fear that I might seem too patriotic. But what I now realize is that my patriotism was misplaced when I joined the U.S. Army on the day of my 17th birthday — the first day I legally could, with my parents’ signatures.
I remember that day so clearly. I was in a ceramics or jewelry-making class of some sort. Every day I’d go with my friends to McDonalds during our lunch. Maybe we’d return back to our classes, in rural Wisconsin, maybe we’d just drink the rest of the day away. Looking back at those years, it’s amazing how much I care about today that I couldn’t even fathom then. Food consciousness, reading, health.
Anyway, that day, I had my friends drop me off at the recruiter’s station, two miles down the main strip in Stevens Point. I didn’t ask for anything, I just begged the recruiters to take me. It’s not like I had to get out of my home town. It’s not like I had a terrible childhood. I pretty much did and got whatever I wanted in the confines of a working poor family. But I so badly wanted discipline, I wanted a new experience, I wanted to be shocked. It took me a long time to get over the moral problems I have with our occupancy in the Middle East, and to get over everything I went through during an eight-year stint in the military and nearly two years in Iraq.
But, now, I’ve been out for almost three years. I got out in December of 2007 right before my unit was mobilized again to Iraq. I was smart about it and my timing was right, not everyone can get out of it. My eight-year contract was just up, and my unit didn’t care about me because I’d just transferred there from my former Military Police unit. Luck or skill, I’m not sure, but I’m out.
What I want to say is the same reasons I enlisted in the military are the same reasons I wanted to go on a train trip across America after college graduation. Love for country, to shock my senses and to be uncomfortable in my surroundings. Change. Now, I can say without looking around me at my peers, that yes, I love America. I love every dry river bed, every small town, every bustling city and even the most angry of people. I want to tell stories, and they are stories.
I decided to keep up with the blog as I move to the next stage in life, a salaried job. I never though I’d get here. Please follow me along the way again; this time as I cover a daily news beat, and tell you all about my new job at Patch.com!