Civilians respect Veterans.
Veterans respect Infantrymen.
Infantrymen respect Combat Infantrymen.
Combat Infantrymen respect the dead.

I enjoyed the fuck out of being a grunt as a rifleman in Iraq, fire team leader in South Korea and platoon leader in Afghanistan--all while successfully dodging DUIs, divorce and disability. Since emancipation, I’ve made friends in places where realness is appreciated such as: former Soviet slums, West African refugee camps and North Korean checkpoints.

Giving active duty seven years, to taste my c___ before pulling out and busting on its chin, I noticed how a few underachieving rich ass-clowns ride the success of many overachieving broke bastards. Besides the monthly four-day weekends making cocaine use undetectable, one must question why “leaders” would tolerate such a shitty career especially now as pensions evaporate.

Since WWII we have tried to find a way to ‘deal’ with returning door-kickers who have more awareness than the poor should--the suicides are no accident. We medicate them with the DSM which began as just a military effort but now the fifth edition along with the ACA, will be used to control the majority of civilian America as well--this is the legacy of our military-industrial complex.

Thanks to Harriet Tubman and Saint Maurice for being so bad-ass and Marawa “The Amazing” Wamp, Mathangi "M.I.A." Arulpragasam and Valerie June for the creative inspiration. Most of all I’m grateful for the infinite love of my wife Candice and daughter Safi which motivates me to provide them the best our universe has to offer.