Thank you man, it means a lot. The Army definitely changed my life. I enlisted right out of high school in a job that I knew full well would be deployed to the middle east. Entire military career minus my basic, AIT, airborne and air assault school was spent in Afghanistan. First tour I had a testicular torsion and had to have surgery. Last tour earned me the purple heart when a ied got me and killed two of my brothers. Came back home to find out my wife was fucking anything that moved and had spent over 30 grand of money I have saved up during 3 tours of combat pay. Spent the first month out the hospital in a VA homeless shelter because I had no where to go and no money. Then spent a year in recovery just so I could walk. It took the Army 7 months to decide what disability rating I would be and thus how much money I could get. I literally worked at wall mart in a wheel chair for 5 months just to make enough to rent a room at a hotel. The truth is though, I would do it all over again. Not for my country and not for pride, simply because of my brothers that died next to me. I feel privileged to have known some of the bravest men that have put on a uniform.
Its funny how life is aint it? I smoked pot a bit in high school. I certainly wasn't a stoner, but only because my allowance wasn't big enough to be a stoner. Now here I am years later and the only thing that allows me to sleep through the night due to pain and horrible night mares is weed. Hopefully this ganja I am growing will treat me good.