Won't be the first time. Won't be the last.
I just got back from a milblog, where many of my readers comment, and...
Well, it's not my style (anymore) to beard someone in their own den, especially someone I respect as a brother, and just for going over there, into the hell...
What a whiny-ass motherfucker. Shut up. Get over it. War is heck. Get over it. If your woman left you, you chose poorly to begin with, or she faced her own demons and lost.
Yeah, PTSD is real. If yer a nut. I spent my time jumping into snow and mud filled gutters when a truck back-fired. Get over it. I did.
Those cars coming up on you in the rear view mirror? Hello! Likely not hajis! Get over it. And if they are, shootem. 'Course, you bein a nut an all, you probably shouldn't be allowed around firearms for a while.
Yeah yeah yeah, 'war is hell' blah blah blah. Get some perspective, motherfucker. Life is hell. Shit happens. Most of it is bad shit. Some of it is nightmare shit. Pain is just weakness leaving the body. Deal.
You know what, whiny guy? Yeah, lay back and let someone force a bowling ball up your ass. Millions of women shit a baby every day. You don't hear them whining about PTSD. The next time they see a dick, do they run, screaming?
Ooooo! And there's blood involved! Scawwy!
The only blood that scares me is mine...maybe my wife and/or my kids. Yours? Well...not mine.
I appreciate the insights and perspectives into the shit we are into, 'over there', but for goodness sakes, quit whining.
And the rest of you, please, quit enabling him.
Bitching and complaining, of course, is always appreciated. Should be required, in fact...