The more and more I think about it... it's leaving all I knew behind, all my family, friends... entire way of life behind for a girl I thought I would spend the rest of my life with.

Then... even though it wasn't really my choice, I am sure if I fussed enough, I could have stayed in the Marines. I think about it every day... about the experiences I have missed and all the brothers I left behind to fend for themselves. Semper fidelis my ass. I don't reflect that one bit. I failed as a Marine. I should have died out there in some sandy shithole... thats where I should have been.

There isnt one day that goes by that I dont think about this stuff... and I dont know what to do anymore. I'm losing it.










Anyone else...