Friday, November 23, 2007

Reason Four Hundred Twenty Two

I don't think I could really be a civilian, per se, ever again.

What do you do on your holidays? I don't really know anymore. This is not about me anymore it is really about the young Marines in their first few years of the Corps. Making sure they are as happy as possible.

I really do not know what makes me happy. I know what makes me sad. I know what makes me angry. All the "bad" emotions, I know, what causes them, so I try to avoid it. (Don't call the Chaplin, I like me.) I have just been thinking and now I am writing it down. Think it as a reflection.

If this is fate, so be it. If it is God's will, fine. I can live with it.