Since my meeting, I want to kick Kyle a brand new asshole, badly. I’ve made the biggest decision of my life, signing four years of my life away. I begin basic training in a little over two weeks, and I have no clue how or when to tell Allie. I’ve taken all the required tests, you know, the ones they make you take to see if you’re “smart enough” to join the military. Wanna take a guess at which branch I’m going into? Here’s a shocker; I’ve been selected to serve in the United States Marine Corps. My alcoholic father is an ex-Marine; his father was a Marine, and my great grandfather was a Marine. The material has been embedded into my brain since I was old enough to walk. This news should make my father proud, finally. My father has no love for me. He’s a drunk, abusive asshole. He’s beat the shit out of me since he retired from the military, a little over five years ago. Mom claims it’s because he has undiagnosed post-traumatic stress disorder, but I believe it’s an excuse to help her survive her day.
