My summer job deals with a contractor and the local airport, it's not a hard job but most days I am quickly reminded of my days in the war. It has been over 4 years since my last trip to Iraq but there isnt a day that goes by when I am quickly reminded of the long days I lived through.
An example is while at work the smells always shoot my mind back to the hopeless days of the war. It's the combination of water, sand and jet fuel. It's a smell that I will never forget, it also keeps my days in the war right in the front of my memory. When my four years was up, I was quickly relieved to be leaving the Air Force; it was a job that was overly stressful for no reason. My job was micro-managed by people who eventually stopped doing their jobs and just managed from behind a desk. These were also people who refused to go to war, at 18 I was a one stripe Airman who was forced to take a deployment for a Master Sargent who had over 20 years in the military because he cried his way out of it. Saying he didnt want to leave his family.
I took four deployments which added up to 500 days, all four deployments were someone elses. I never chose these, they were put on me. I spent nearly all of 2006 in Iraq, missed holidays and everything else. I am not complaining about taking the deployments, I learned alot and it shaped my view of the US military but what angers me is that these people refused to do their jobs but still supported these wars politcally.
Memories are a bitch at times...But as always I must use them as motivation to write this memoir and show sides of the war that public will never see in the media.
Cheers!
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