As much as I love where I was born and raised, things like this almost put me over the edge. Crappy part is that who knows when and if these guys will even be held responsible. I guess what bothers me the most was that this kid was doing his best to get out of that place. In Germany, there was a guy in Matts unit from Compton. He was over one day and said that he doesn't like to go home. He joined the army because it was either that or end up in a gang. And he knows that if he goes home, he could be easily pulled back into that life. When he has gone home, he just stays in the house and doesn't see anyone but his family for that reason. It just sucks that it has to be this way.
This is my blog. I write about being a military wife. Which is pretty much the same as other wives. Except when my husband leaves, it isn't for a week long business trip. Sometimes I write about regular stuff. Sometimes I don't. But hey, this is me. :)
A bad day in Paris is better than a good day anywhere else.