Yeah, I said it. Bite me. Been a minute since I hung up my uniform for the last time. Spent the last week dreading today. Last three nights at work surrounded by coworkers (who I love) wishing me 'Happy' Memorial Day. I grit my teeth and bite my tongue. They don't know. None of them have ever served. Hell, most have never been out of the Tennessee, Georgia area. Their world is as big as the smartphone in their pocket.
Don't wish me a Happy Memorial Day. It's not about me. I came back. Save that for Veteran's Day. This is a day I am forced to remember a bunch of shit that I'd rather forget.
Rant over. I'll probably delete this after I sober up. Then I'll get back to writing.
Cheers,
Rotty.
PS. Don't worry about me. My Ex came by last night while I was at work and took all my guns.