Divinity of Forgiveness
We see nobility in someone's ability to forgive another. We admire it. There is far less discussion and admiration regarding someone's ability to forgive himself. For a warrior who necessarily struggles with balancing justice and forgiveness, forgiving oneself for a past reflecting horrors and failings is tantamount to torture. So we wrap the wound in the gauze of dark humor and apply the pressure of anger and self-resentment. We project it, burden others with it, and avoid mirrors. It's a survival instinct battling against the guilt of surviving. A warrior has bravery in his veins, thriving on the opportunity to let it course through his body. Courage... courage hurts worse than the wound.
Trivia nugget: the red shirt and blue shorts in this photo is exactly what I was wearing at the auction when I bought him.
These are the actual photos/videos mentioned in the story. They were all taken before the paddock became a mud wrestling pit.
I remember my Boot Camp being somewhat more... energetic. I absolutely don't remember falling asleep in the middle of drill and ceremonies. Although, I do remember falling asleep standing up at SERE. And of course, any serviceman worth his salt can fall asleep anywhere, anytime, in any conditions, on command. In that regard, Honor is a card-carrying member of the E-4 Mafia.
Here it is. The evidence. The horse that wouldn't let us touch him, the un-approachable monster. This is what courage looks like.
Insightful side stories, mindless meanderings, dog pics, and a one-stop shop on how to dad while knowing nothing.
Occasionally I say things. @ me, and I'm 47% more likely to say things.
I too, like 4 billion others, am quick to sign over my privacy to conflicted, untrustworthy mega-institutions capable of mass manipulation.