I watched all that day, live on CNN, every last motherfucking minute of it. Got the merit badge and PTSD to prove it. Don’t believe I got PTSD? Read on.
Anger, fear, rage, revenge, bloodlust… Not strong enough words for how I felt then and how I feel now. I’ve not been able to watch 60-seconds of that day without crying and screaming. Can’t even glimpse still pictures, too much. My mind makes those pictures a blur, no focus, I scroll past, fast as I can. Can’t read text about it without getting wound tight.
My Philippina wife asked me, I dunno, something about that day, she wasn’t here on 01/06. Tried to show her some videos and explain, broke down sobbing and cursing, soaked in tears. Was afraid of what she would think of me. She held me tight.
Was screaming that day, “Form ranks! Front rank, kneel, FIRE, FIRE, FIRE FOR EFFECT! RELOAD! Second rank FIRE, FIRE, FIRE FOR EFFECT! RELOAD! First rank, FIRE, FIRE, FIRE!”
One traitorous cunt, shot through the throat, and they had a collective panic attack. Imagine the rout we could have had with a 60-second hell storm of 9mm lead. Ended this shit for once and for all.
But no. We gotta handle these fuckers with kid gloves, just like we did the traitorous Southerners. (And I’m an old, white, Southerner.) See where that got us.
I know I need counseling. I’ll get it when the threat is over. Until then, I’m holding onto my hate, holding onto my AR-15 and my Colt .45. They may come to serve me one day.
“My Philippina wife” I sincerely hope you see your wife as more than just her ethnicity, because the way you phrased that, and the fact that you can’t be bothered to learn the correct spelling of her ethnicity, Filipina, is somewhat concerning.
I watched all that day, live on CNN, every last motherfucking minute of it. Got the merit badge and PTSD to prove it. Don’t believe I got PTSD? Read on.
Anger, fear, rage, revenge, bloodlust… Not strong enough words for how I felt then and how I feel now. I’ve not been able to watch 60-seconds of that day without crying and screaming. Can’t even glimpse still pictures, too much. My mind makes those pictures a blur, no focus, I scroll past, fast as I can. Can’t read text about it without getting wound tight.
My Philippina wife asked me, I dunno, something about that day, she wasn’t here on 01/06. Tried to show her some videos and explain, broke down sobbing and cursing, soaked in tears. Was afraid of what she would think of me. She held me tight.
Was screaming that day, “Form ranks! Front rank, kneel, FIRE, FIRE, FIRE FOR EFFECT! RELOAD! Second rank FIRE, FIRE, FIRE FOR EFFECT! RELOAD! First rank, FIRE, FIRE, FIRE!”
One traitorous cunt, shot through the throat, and they had a collective panic attack. Imagine the rout we could have had with a 60-second hell storm of 9mm lead. Ended this shit for once and for all.
But no. We gotta handle these fuckers with kid gloves, just like we did the traitorous Southerners. (And I’m an old, white, Southerner.) See where that got us.
I know I need counseling. I’ll get it when the threat is over. Until then, I’m holding onto my hate, holding onto my AR-15 and my Colt .45. They may come to serve me one day.
“My Philippina wife” I sincerely hope you see your wife as more than just her ethnicity, because the way you phrased that, and the fact that you can’t be bothered to learn the correct spelling of her ethnicity, Filipina, is somewhat concerning.