I read somewhere that life is about the journey and not the destination. My journey as a veteran has been full of twists and turns and things that go bump in the night. As an active duty Marine, the one steadfast belief everyone shared was that you were an absolute idiot for getting out. Why would you ever want to voluntarily give up your 3 hots and a cot for the uncertainty that civilian life holds?
The journey. My whole reasoning for choosing the Marines was not because they had the highest promotion rates, or that I had some legacy to live up to. I wanted the journey. I wanted extraordinary circumstances and succeed beyond expectations. I wasn't worried about where I was ending up but how well I was going to grow when I got there.
There is no glory here. I get a sense of purpose but never significance. Taking off the cap isn't a small feat; finding how to put it back on is the trick.
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