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Delta Company-you got my back, I got yours.

What’s been on my mind lately?

Well, mainly, my little sister. Her name is Ashley and she’s nineteen now. She’s in the army, and now she’s training at Ft. Leonard Wood in Missouri. Before she left, I will be the first to admit that I was worried about her. She was fairly immature in the sense that she was floundering for a good direction to take her life. She liked to hang with her friends, she hated school, and she hated the crappy jobs you have to settle for (generally) without a higher education. She wasn’t a fan of responsibilities. Mostly, I think it’s because she was scared to grow up.

Ashley has always wanted to be a member of the Almighty Armed Forces. When she was twelve years old she wanted to go to Camp Ripley boot camp. For fun. Like it’s totally normal that someone thinks getting screamed at while running around an obstacle course is a blast.

Ash and I have always been close. Granted, when we were younger, we used to beat the shit out of each other silently so that my mom wouldn’t catch us and tell us to knock it off (funny, because as soon as anyone besides me tried to pick on her, I’d set heads to rolling). We are as different as night and day, but it seems to work well for us. So when she left for MO, I was sad to see her go (duh), but I was glad that she had a chance to make something of it. I was nervous because she’d had yet to show any real signs of maturity, but hopeful she’d take what she was going to learn to heart.

We’ve been writing letters back and forth the entire time she’s been in training, and I’m surprised to say that the distance between us has made us closer. Much closer. Before she left, I knew she loved me, but I didn’t know how much she really appreciated my efforts as an older sister and how hard I tried to look out for her. I’d always been supportive of her, no matter what, but I also had to balance that with trying to steer her toward good life decisions.

In her letters, she reports doing very well with the training. She got a score of 211/300 on her first PT test and ran two miles in seventeen minutes. For her second test she scored 275/300 and ran two miles in fifteen minutes (she placed fourth out of like 65 in her company, I believe). She does extra training activities to earn herself  phone calls to home. The good news is that because she’s handling things so well, she’s been promoted to a Team Leader. The bad news is that because she’s handling the training so well and scored 275, her next (and final) test has to place her with a score of 300/300.

Ashley will be training until Christmas, when she comes home for two weeks. After the quick home visit, she’ll be off to AIT for another fourteen weeks. Then she’ll come home for another two weeks. Then she’s off for three and a half years of active duty. When it’s all said and done, she’ll be gone from home for about four and a half years. It makes me sad, but I’m proud of her.

Reading her letters has showed major change in my little sister. She’s growing up, and quick. Being an older sibling is tough. It’s a lot of responsibility if you want to take it seriously. But I’m telling you, it’s SO worth it. My little sister is like the right leg to my left leg, and I feel a loss of balance when she’s not around. But I’ve learned that I wouldn’t have it any other way. I could never imagine not having Ashley as a sibling. She can be annoying, she can be dumb (sometimes), and she can be a little squirt, but she can also be very supportive, loving, smart (most times), and silly. She’s full of life and vitality, she’s humorous, she’s scared and brave at the same time. She’s learned to step up and be respectful, proud (of herself and the things she can accomplish), and surprisingly humble.

I miss the shit out of my little sister. I love her with my whole heart.

This blog post is dedicated to anyone in the armed forces and to anyone with a sibling, younger or older. I’m sure you can relate, and I give you guys kudos.

This blog post is especially dedicated to PVT Ashley Zur of the Delta Company Death Dealers, 3rd BN 10th Infantry Regiment, 2nd Platoon.


what is power?

This post may be somewhat offensive, I’m warning you now. For reference, when I say me, or I, or you, or we, I’m talking about you universally, not just YOU.

 

I’ve come to the conclusion that people are fucking retarded. No, not I-Am-Sam retarded. I’m talking about the stupid misconceptions we carry of ourselves. We are all walking, talking, breathing oxymorons. We believe ourselves to be the most superior beings on the planet.

Okay. So, why are we the best? Because of our cognitive capabilities? Because those capabilities allow us to rule the world? Because we assume we’re the best, doesn’t that mean that we must also assume we are the best because we have such capabilities to thrive on individual levels, as well as a species as a whole? Yeah, we changed the world to suit our needs. We built cities, industries, economies. We rose to the proverbial heavens. We built it all and now we say “look at what we’ve built!” Then what do we do? we fight over it. We ruin each other to get the the top floor of the skyscrapers we build simply because we believe that we’re the best and we deserve to be the Big Wig.

We placate ourselves with false power.

You know I’m right.

What about those of us who don’t make it to the tippy-top? We settle. We give up our dreams of Ultimate Power and settle for what we think is something less. Hahaha. See the irony?

These people (let’s call them the Settlers) are inconsistent. If we believe we’re superior as a race, shouldn’t that hold true on a personal level, as an individual? Shouldn’t our own rules and ideas apply to ourselves? Following from that, one would assume it’s not okay to settle for a job one hates, working under The Man, complaining about one’s cubicle. But we do it. We complain because we value the aforementioned Ultimate Power and we don’t have it, so we don’t reap its benefits. We feel we’re lacking.

We’ve gotten completely carried away with this unnatural, false power we’ve given ourselves. It’s changed our values.

Yeah, I said it.

Your values are fucked up, man. Change what you value in life to suit what REALLY makes you happy, to suit yourself (not the Big Wig), and you’ll find some serious happiness.

I know what you’re gonna say. You’ll say you do your job (trudging your way to your cubicle every day and hating yourself for it) simply because it brings the income. There’s nothing wrong with that. What’s wrong is that you don’t see that the money you work so hard for is a tool, not an end in itself. The money buys the necessities and then some, right? You spend money on things that make you happy, be it a video game, a book, or a dinner with your family. Be happy with that. Be happy with what you DO get from your life, start appreciating the things you’ve been overlooking while you’ve been throwing your whoa-is-me pity party over the fact that you have Settled for a job that doesn’t give you the Ultimate Power (Ultimate Power being a make believe value that you don’t need to abide, anyways). Just because our species has thus far assumed that the most highly valuable asset one must possess is this Godlike status doesn’t mean it has to apply to you, or me. We can be happy with a greater love of a different kind, we just assume that it is never enough because our culture has taught us so. That’s not okay.

 

The point I’m trying to make is that I know that each of us values good things in our daily lives, like family, joy, knowledge, etc… but on a meta scale, as an American culture, or maybe even worldwide, people have come to value economics and power, things that do not coincide with what makes us happy on a personal level.. sometimes they even stand in the way of what we value on a personal level. I don’t know. Food for thought.

If you found this post offensive, I apologize, I understand why you might. If you didn’t, then kudos to you, I know this can be hard stuff to hear.