Hahaha... You served the bare minimum amount of years, congratulations... Did you ever have the balls to become an 03XX, actually kill your enemy and have your best buddy die in your arms or did you spend all of your time in some FOB like Al Asad, Balad or FOB Diamond... I know.... you were a weekend warrior... I could smell the stench from here. You probably were at Al Asad but you tell everyone you deployed to the Al Anbar province because you know people will automatically assume you were in Ramadi, , Al Baghdadi, Hit or Hadeetha.

Let me tell you what is going on in your life and what is going to happen in your future and I want you to wrap your cromagnon blue falcon mind around this and think before you speak. I already know what kind of Marine you were, a fucking mouthy restriction bitch that probably got sep'd on FTA or medical... Sure, your CONTRACT was 8 years... you didn't make it and now you use all that toxic self loathing that you've built up against those of your brothers who actually did something you never had the testicular fortitude to do. You suckle at the teat of my accomplishments and fellow Marines who had the courage to do what you couldn't bring yourself to do and you regret it every day of your life, but that doesn't stop you from hanging out at the bars, talking shit with the bros and telling BS war stories and date raping high school girls... You've got some cool tattoos that used to look awesome when you were still in the Corps but now that you've gotten fucking OBESE your eagle globe and anchor looks like a melting clock from a Salvador Dali painting. Your parents are embarrassed by you and your dad constantly tries to guide you and help you get your shit together but you're to arrogant and toxic to actually do anything for yourself. You had a girlfriend, wife or fiance but that bitch dropped your ass like a bad habit and probably even fucked one of your fellow Marines or some squid while you were deployed to Bagram or Al Asad cleaning up brass, or sitting at your desk as a legal assistant or 01XX clerk/payroll.... enjoying your nice Tin Can city and passing the time going to your FOB PX to buy sony playstations, tv and dvd players or NO Explode and BS Muscletech whey protein because "youre gonna get swole this deployment" but somehow, against all odds, you actually ended up getting paler, fatter and in worse shape. You were THAT guy in your unit, the douche everyone fucking hated and for some reason you actually had 2 friends in the Marine Corps but they were weak minded pushovers that thought you were cool because they met you when they were FNGs and you were the first shitbag they found to cling to, probably because gunny didn't want you around and chose YOU to show the new guys around; its not their fault, they didn't know any better. You insist to your civilian friends that you have now and that you work with that you were some sort of high speed low drag tier 1 operator, Force Recon, PT god, but the truth is you were just a pizza box, alcoholic that couldn't stay out of trouble long enough to get Master Guns' cock outta your mouth. You have a kid but you never see that little bastard cuz your an utter sack of shit and its mom wouldn't let you come within 100 yds of this little shit, god help this kid that shares your DNA. You joined cuz you wanted to be something and had all of this awesome aspirations, your parent was so proud of you when you did and when your family saw you at graduation. "oh... you were just a completely new man". Now you're still a mouthy, over opinionated clown that thinks he knows everything about everything, that has diarrhea of the mouth, no self restraint and not even an ounce of self awareness, cluelessly floating around in your own microcosm where you actually believe everyone thinks your hot shit, but don't get it twisted brother, none of them are fooled and they don't say anything to you about it and they ARE talking shit about you behind your back because they don't want to embarrass you to your face. Oh what the future has in store for you.... There is actually going to come a time where you are going to have to think about someone outside of yourself, everything you cherish, love and have worked for WILL be stripped away from you, it won't be anytime soon, it will come at a time when you are most comfortable in life, everything seems to be going well, the 2nd marriage, new hope, new job finally getting settled in, finally financially comfortable and coming up in the world, you'll have finally started agreeing to see couples counseling, you'll refuse or be reluctant like a petulant child at first but you'll go, you'll feel like its getting better and that you two are working things out, the incessant arguments will stop, at least, for a little while and you'll finally feel content..... and then... that's when its going to happen... You see by then you will have forgotten me, about this conversation and everything I've said here tonight, but you must understand, the world, the universe, doesn't work like that, it doesn't forgive and forget. The worst part about it when it happens, you won't even see it coming and you won't think it has anything to do with you, you won't even attempt to change and you won't realize that it is the culmination of all the shitty decisions you've made from this point until then, how you've treated people around you and those you supposedly love but more importantly strangers that you had no reason to espouse hatred or disdain for. You'll be middle aged by then and to be honest recovering from a life altering cataclysm like that is... well.... not favorable for a man as advanced in years as you will be. The wife that you thought was finally coming around.... well, she never changed her mind about you in spite of counseling and she never stopped fucking that dude even during counseling. You kids absolutely despise you and you sit, alone in your tiny, filthy domicile wondering just what the fuck happened and sulking about how your life turned out. You could have chosen love, patience, compassion, empathy, but you will not, you actually never will and it will be your demise is the most drawn out, tortuous, seemingly never ending, slow way. You will be allowed to live a long life and in the end of your life you will be alone, miserable and still the same toxic personality that you are a prisoner of today.