Last week, I published an article on xoJane that got a hell of a lot more attention than I expected. The story was about my decision to beat up my rapist.
Remembering the fallen and the debt they paid for those left behind.
Source: The Blank Check
In Memory of all My Friends Living in America.
“A veteran is someone who, at one point in their life wrote a blank check made payable to The United States of America, for an amount up to and including their life.”
That’s an unattributed quote that gets thrown around a lot this time of year-specifically this weekend. It’s a thought that’s never quite squared with me, in the way something that makes you sound gloriously better than you are doesn’t. I’m a veteran. And when I signed up, I didn’t write any blank checks. I signed up to do a job for a reason. I did it because it was a good and honorable profession. And because it paid for my college. And I kept doing it because it paid me well, and took care of my family. And when I couldn’t do it any more, I stopped. Or at least I tried. But I couldn’t. Because I…
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