It's always been too much to live up too. It's always been something that feels just out of reach, and when we jumped at the top of struggle, we fell back into the bottom of it all. I've always loved and lusted with everything I've had, easily putting aside my defenses; in that moment where it made the most sense for me to do so..., but she's medicated, and oddly faceless and I'm horrible with names
- Mike Christopher Ruck

A lot of Soldiers, Sailors, Airmen and Marines from this generation hold onto a romantic notion of sacrifice and Patriotism. I'm one of them, I pass no judgement. In a very real world/real politick sort of way, I wish I could pass judgement. The real world seems to embrace those that can do this more. However, one of our greatest faults, is that we hoped to fight our grandfathers war and ended up fighting our fathers, and we hoped to do so with our Grandfathers muse beside us. However, the level of superficiality that we have seen makes our fathers muse seem some how fantastical in their depth.
-Mike Christopher Ruck

The remembered first voices of our War will speak in generalizations and neo-sarcastic academics about the failures, successes and emotion involving the post 9/11 conflicts. We're a decade deep and we speak softly in dark bars with people we trust, others like us; and we all say the same thing. We were hoping to fight our Grandfathers War, and we ended up fighting our Fathers. The greater failure is that we hoped to date/marry our Grandfathers muse and not our fathers. But I'm curious if Grandma would have gone two knuckles deep in the ol' brown eye while she sucked started your morning. Who knows, maybe you could even talk her into a 3 way. We're a generation of men raised by women Chuck; this is true and we want more than what they had. Sexual liberation, blended up with a shot of protein and an intellect that'll keep us on our toes, curious to see what...

It's always been too much to live up too. It's always been something that feels just out of reach, and when we jumped at the top of struggle, we fell back into the bottom of it all. I've always loved and lusted with everything I've had, easily putting aside my defenses; in that moment where it made the most sense for me to do so..., but she's medicated, and oddly faceless and I'm horrible with names
- Mike Christopher Ruck

A lot of Soldiers, Sailors, Airmen and Marines from this generation hold onto a romantic notion of sacrifice and Patriotism. I'm one of them, I pass no judgement. In a very real world/real politick sort of way, I wish I could pass judgement. The real world seems to embrace those that can do this more. However, one of our greatest faults, is that we hoped to fight our grandfathers war and ended up fighting our fathers, and we hoped to do so with our Grandfathers muse beside us. However, the level of superficiality that we have seen makes our fathers muse seem some how fantastical in their depth.
-Mike Christopher Ruck

The remembered first voices of our War will speak in generalizations and neo-sarcastic academics about the failures, successes and emotion involving the post 9/11 conflicts. We're a decade deep and we speak softly in dark bars with people we trust, others like us; and we all say the same thing. We were hoping to fight our Grandfathers War, and we ended up fighting our Fathers. The greater failure is that we hoped to date/marry our Grandfathers muse and not our fathers. But I'm curious if Grandma would have gone two knuckles deep in the ol' brown eye while she sucked started your morning. Who knows, maybe you could even talk her into a 3 way. We're a generation of men raised by women Chuck; this is true and we want more than what they had. Sexual liberation, blended up with a shot of protein and an intellect that'll keep us on our toes, curious to see what lies around the next corner. We like the sound of this smoothy, but the sell by date is quickly approaching and it doesn't sour, it spoils; and your walking out of an apartment carrying the same bottle of wine and dozen roses you walked in with, in addition you're carrying the ring that you gave her a year before on bended knee. Asking her the words that you thought you would only have to ask one woman... one time. Who knows you old fucker, that might still be the case.
- Mike Christopher Ruck

"We are going to make a ruckus." She says, "People aren't going to take to this well," with a crooked little smile.
I was exploring; post coitus, becoming aware that we we're running out of time, she sighed delightfully as I was lightly dragging my lips across her naval, "I want to stay here all day and let you continue to make me enjoy being a woman." With some self control, I hid my more romantic notions pulled her into me with a wide back, my nose against her forehead, holding her head gently but strong and with conviction below her ear... causing her neck to arch. And with my best raspy voice I snarl, "I want to stay in here and make love to you until they come into the room to make certain we haven't died." She quickly twitched as if she's going to move to start putting her clothes back on, I pushed on her sternum, lowered and drug my tongue flat and ruff, wide but not flared up her clitoris, causing her to re-evaluate her last momentary thought and arch her back enough for me to get a hand in edge wise. We moved passionately, confidently like we had something to prove... to someone else. She says she didn't understand sex until she was 30, I allowed for a bit of vulnerability and told her I hadn't been with a woman in quite a while. She pulled my arm out, resting angelically between my bicep and shoulder. I smiled, sighed and then lost it all when I was reminded once more that before 6 hours ago I had killed a man more recently than I had made love to a woman. She will NEVER know how much I adore her right now.
- Mike Christopher Ruck