There is no such thing as stupid people, just idiots. -Family Moto
People sit back in their lives, twiddling their thumbs and scratching their legs and they sit back waiting for something to come to them. We put our faith in the hands of others, we see that with children to their parents. Soldiers who fight with each other as "band of brothers" and cities, regions and countries formed under a flag and people. This is what it means for mankind to feel part of a "Family". A unite strong with a solid focus. Argh...forget it...You try to sound smart but in the end all it makes you sound like is an idiot. A quote about you? Generalising your life? How can a sentence describe a life? A quote from a book or a song from an artist who has nothing to do with your own life, nothing to do with who you ate with, slept with or even worked with. Who really gives a flying fuck about this? That person certainly didnt, that person knows nothing about you, and shall never will. Let it flow, let it just flood like a stream of words...Dont let them cage you.
That 's how I thought, how I think and maybe how i will think in the future. Feeling part of something bigger than myself even if something small, I was part of that machine. A part that if I didn't take part in, I would lose myself, be lost in an unguided mind....and to be honest it felt like that for a long time. So many years I felt lost after leaving the army....well leaving but you get the drift and its a story I really would not want to talk about. Meet me somewhere, north maybe and ask about my eventful travels to Meca. But honestly? I will more than likely tell you I am a stripper or a prozi, it all works...I wouldn't be lying in all fairness.
I served though, my whole family has for generations. My grandfather fought on the Ebro for the future leaders of our country, my father fought in Serbia to protect the ways of the people against rebel uprisings and I fought for justice in Europe. We are Legionarios, proud, disciplined and singing out proud: Yea yea, its in Spanish but deal with it...seriously, learn another language you ignorant fuck.
Y en el último beso que le enviaba, su postrer despedida le consagraba:
Por ir a tu lado a verte,
mi más leal compañera,
me hice novio de la muerte,
la estreché con lazo fuerte
y su amor fue mi Bandera.
Its not something I hide from my life in all honesty, but don't assume I wish it to be part of my life. Now as I look back at my life for the first time sober and not with the butterflies around me it wasn't a bad period in my life but...back then it felt worse than things are currently. You had a family, people you could trust, brothers that held your ground and would pick you up if you fell over. True family, true blood brothers, real faith....family...family..
My father was.....like his father a military man, I am not speaking in the context about his work...but his way in doing things. A man by the book and of the book. He was a devote Catholic, like his father and his grandfather. Our family has always been one connected to the cross and always has had connections to either Opus Dei or military service. They tend to come hand by hand but it end (WIP)