Welcome to my stop on Blog Tour De Troops!
Thank you for joining me as your stop after Sharon Gerlach’s Blog. Thank you for your support and after reading and commenting, please follow on to the next stop… Shannon Muir’s Blog! Don’t forget, for every comment left on the blog, you will receive a free copy of The Seven Isaacs in your choice of eBook formant and one will also be donated to the troops overseas who need something to read!
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As I am sure you may have noticed, this blog tour has somewhat of a running theme alongside it. So, keeping with that theme, here are my views and support of the troops we have scattered all over the world. Some of these thoughts I touched upon briefly over a year ago, but from a slightly different angle.
As an indie writer, I need a day job to pay the bills and keep the technology flowing to my fingertips in order to be able to spew forth my words as often as I can. This day job gives me access to all sorts of cool toys to play with, but it also comes with some stressful and emotional baggage to go along with it.
I grew up about fifteen miles from a very large military base. My father had served around the time of Vietnam and traveled around the world until his time was up and he went about his civilian life. Growing up, especially as a teenager, it was a very strained relationship with the military base for very selfish reasons. Those Army dudes came in and took all of our women! The girls in high school were fascinated with the young men in uniform and left us rednecks to fend for ourselves with the left overs.
That truly wasn’t the case, but at sixteen, it sure seemed like it. They were a threat to all of us young boys out to find a playmate.
After school, I moved on. I grew up. I returned home some twelve years later and started that day job to pay the bills. You would have thought that as an adult, I would have realized that the business I was in and the proximity of the troops at the local military base, would have put me in daily contact with these boys who at one time threatened my ability to get laid.
As someone who works in the cell phone industry, it became very apparent, very quickly that often times I was the last person the soldiers spoke to when they left the country to fight and I was the first person they would see when they returned. Every wireless provider provides our soldiers the ability to indefinitely suspend their phone accounts when they are deployed and turn them back on the instant they return.
Upon making this discovery, I think I began to view these boys and girls in a different light. Our soldiers are YOUNG. They are mere children. Now, maybe it’s because I am getting older and as time goes on, our perception is different. The age of twenty may seem adult to you, but when you are thirty, take a look at your high school yearbook and realize the difference between child and adult, then you will understand what I am talking about.
The age of our military front line is shocking when you witness it on a daily basis. But, with that age comes a shocking realization. The discipline and the fear of mortality. Not only are they young children, but they have literally, (and in this instance I truly mean literally for its true and literal meaning!) LITERALLY dedicated their lives to protecting yours. They are children who have pledged to die in battle if necessary to fight for the common good and the betterment of our lifestyle.
I see these soldiers every day. Most of them have already spent a year or two in Afghanistan, Iraq, Germany, Korea and other outposts around the world. I see them when they are at their most calm and serene, as they bring their papers in to terminate their accounts. I see them as they first step off that plane, because most of them need their phones turned on and working before they can even call mom, or call to see if their living quarters are ready for their return. More times than not, they are happy to be safe and at home and with their loved ones. That being said, I have seen more than my fair share of injuries from Afghanistan and Iraq. Missing limbs. Brain damage. Blindness.
I am not looking forward to the day where I have to terminate a line for a loved one lost overseas, because that is part of my duty as well.
I have the utmost respect for all of our troops. I see you more than you know and feel you as humans with a deep understanding of loss and fear each and every day. It’s even apparent in my writing. Where one assumes the government task force is ultimately evil, they are in fact a group of individuals who have nothing but the best interests of the titular children in mind.
So, you young ones, have at it. Come home, find yourself a local girl (or boy) and spirit her away to mom, wherever she may be. Those high school boys and girls will find their playmates elsewhere or else sign up and boot camp their way to another one in some other military town! I wish you all the best, and BE SAFE!