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Stephanie Green's avatar

I almost got shipped to the Gulf, but had a medical issue that prevented my enlistment until 6 months had passed. (Sometimes my never ending bad luck works in my favor). I saw 3 friends from my Fleet Hospital off that night. My best friend came home and started drinking. She was really messed up and eventually, she blew up at me over nothing, and I've not seen her since. It still hurts... I was in a grocery store and some message thanking us for our 'service' was blaring on the intercom. In keeping with my reserved style, I was yelling like a crazy person about not providing service; all wars are bankers' wars; what freedom are you referring to ETC. The truly sad part? Nobody paid any attention to me.

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Errata in México's avatar

As I’ve made friends with vets over the years, every one who saw combat admits it was BS.

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