13 American Servicemembers were killed last Thursday.
13 families’ lives changed forever.
I can’t really bring myself to come up with the right words to say because I am just so heartbroken. I can’t relate to going overseas, but I do remember what it was like to join the military.
The excitement for new opportunities and experiences.
The pride of serving a country that so many people love.
The smooth arrogance of feeling like people look up to you.
Every person that takes that oath, myself included, expects to come home in a casket with a flag draped over it.
I met some damn good people while in the military. I’m proud of the time I spent and the things I did. I could never imagine my story ending like this.
Neither did they.
And to have a president that didn’t protect them.
I’m angry. I am terribly sad. I am disappointed.
Unfortunately, I don’t think anyone will be held accountable for these 13 lives that should’ve never been lost.
I’ve looked through their pictures and read their families words about them. I feel as if it’s going to haunt me for quite some time. America just feels more and more hopeless these days.
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