Just got word my nephew, who is an Army medic in AssCrackistan and got hit by IEDs twice and shot at (and survived intact) on the same day just prior to Independence Day, lost six of his unit killed in another IED attack a couple of days ago.
I spoke to his parents at my July 4th party.
I was semi-sober and angry.
What else is new...right?
Anyhoo...this is what I told my nephew's folks:
Any (honorable) way you can, convince him to get his narrow ass home ASAP.
He and his buddies are getting fucked up and killed for nothing but bankers, Wall Street, and the free flow of opiates and oil and arms.
He's not protecting me or defending the United States.
It's all bullshit, just as my service in GW1 was.
My eyes are open now, and I have learned a lot these last ten years or so.
He should be home, married to some sweet young thing, making babies, and working a good job.
Get him out of that fucking Army!
The young lad's folks seemed to pretty much agree with me.
They said they think the luster of the Army has worn off for the young man.
It was ironic that the last time I spoke to him was at Easter (...or was it Thanksgiving?), and he was all fired up and gung-ho about going over-seas.
I was horrified.
(I mentioned this to my wife, and she said, "You were the same way for Desert Storm." I said, "I know, but I was a young dip-shit at the time!")
I told him to be careful about what he wished for, take care of himself and his troops, don't volunteer for shit anymore, and get himself home ASAP.
I am the angry, cynical, hypocritical uncle.
He's a bright kid and extremely motivated, and has very much impressed me these last few years after graduating high school and since enlisting.
He has a promising future ahead of him.
I just hope to God he survives this fucked up bullshit to enjoy it.
You are in my thoughts daily.