In The Service of Self

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There were many times during my service in the Marine Corps I was reminded who was serving who. I’d like to think they got their money’s worth. Being out of the Corps for a decade it’s clear they didn’t get all the benefit. I won’t speak for all Marines, not even the ones I know personally. I can’t tell you what they feel they got out of their experience. I can’t speak intelligently about why they joined, why they served, or if they’re thankful for the experience. I’ve heard, and even said, the common answers: I joined to serve my country; I served for my family and my country; The VA is a complete pain in the ass. You’ve probably heard some of those too.

Here’s a little secret about my service: I joined for me. The prospect of serving my country was nice but it was at best just icing on the cake. I did it for me. It wasn’t to prove something to the other folks in my town, school, or family. I could have just joined the ones that carried the uneasy, knee-jerk excuses of why they didn’t join and how they’re smarter for it. If I had gone to college and stayed out of prison I’m sure I could have made a pretty good case for how I was indirectly serving my country one way or another. I joined for me.

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Luck Is A Term For The Self-Sabotaging

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According to the Oxford Dictionary “luck” is defined as: Success or failure apparently brought by chance rather than one’s own action. Taking this definition into account, it should narrow the list of people that are lucky to have the things they have. More interesting, we all know at least one person that’s quick to tell us “if it weren’t for bad luck” they’d have “no luck at all.” The more memorable times you’ve heard this is when the “unlucky” person was fired because they laid out of work one too many Mondays. Or when they received a speeding ticket just as the Christmas they hadn’t saved for anyway was right around the corner. Maybe lady luck’s influence isn’t as common as we let on.

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Songwriter’s Journal: If These Walls Could Cry

Remember that house? I used to live there. There were probably a few good memories made there but nothing in particular comes to mind. Instead, when I see that house all I can think about are all the bad things that happened. One stacking on top of the next. So bad that I don’t recall having any kind of good times until after I moved. I never say anything good about that house. Still, there doesn’t seem to be any obvious reason why the house itself should take the blame. I wasn’t the person that I’d prefer to be remembered as while living there. If those walls could talk I doubt they would have anything flattering to say about me. They certainly wouldn’t tell any stories that would bring a smile to my face.

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House On The Hill

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I woke up November 9th, 2016 with several messages on my phone. That would be unusual but that particular day was my 32nd birthday. Must be all the Happy Birthday texts rolling in. Not so much. It was mostly Happy Trump Day wishes rolling in. Turns out there had been some kind of election held.

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