Been a few months since I have posted anything. I don't know if that's a good thing or a bad thing. I guess I haven't had a lot to bitch about, that's a good thing. I also haven't had a lot to brag about, not such a good thing. Oh well, life is good for the most part.
I did take the Harley out on a memorial ride the other day. August 6, 2011 an aircraft, call sign Extortion 17, was shot down in Afghanistan. Thirty service men were killed, and one service dog. Some of the men on board were members of the elite Seal Team 6. The CH-47 was a helicopter operated by members of my old unit. I knew a few of them from my old days in the Army. It is weird that even a year later, I still felt guilty that these men went down fighting for their country and I made it safely back from "over there". I know I can't change anything, and I know that it could have just as easily been me...but that doesn't help. It's a shitty feeling that I can't get rid of.
I did take the Harley out on a memorial ride the other day. August 6, 2011 an aircraft, call sign Extortion 17, was shot down in Afghanistan. Thirty service men were killed, and one service dog. Some of the men on board were members of the elite Seal Team 6. The CH-47 was a helicopter operated by members of my old unit. I knew a few of them from my old days in the Army. It is weird that even a year later, I still felt guilty that these men went down fighting for their country and I made it safely back from "over there". I know I can't change anything, and I know that it could have just as easily been me...but that doesn't help. It's a shitty feeling that I can't get rid of.