Thank you for your service
To all my Military Veterans, I am reminded of a story that I’d like to share with you about feeling alone. I’ll keep this short for my slow readers,( I am one so relax). Lived in a home with 2 roommates and 2 dogs. My best chaps and I had the pleasure of watching these 2 adorable pups grow up from 9 weeks old to 4 years old when they had moved out. After they had moved out the place was so quiet for weeks I may have only got a few days of decent sleep on the weekends. Also had to sleep during the day with the window open when traffic was going by. Ladies and gents I had never felt so alone in my entire life. It was not that they left, it’s that I didn’t realize that I depended on them being present that sleep was no longer a luxury, but something I had to think about when I went home. The whole night, creeks, cracks, and the house next to us was just as loud that when someone walked up the stairs it sounded like someone coming up mine, haha have NEVER gripped my pistol so hard…but It was like my thoughts were alone with me, I was no longer in the driver seat. Alcohol worked a couple nights but you can imagine that’s not a sustainable way to go. Writing about it now makes me think of all my buddies I served with and hoped they never went through what I did. Or at least hoped they would call me and talk about it, but why? I never called anyone. The day I bought my house I bought my dog Veera. Big black beautiful German Shepherd Belgian Malinois. She’s my dream catcher. She’s my one eye open at night, my combat sleeper. Just need her to wake me up when someone who is not supposed to be in the house is near. My nightstand pistol will do the rest. Ladies and Gentlemen thank you so much for your service. You are our dogs while we sleep through the night, and if you were ever gone, we would know just how alone we really are. Bangov Actual out.
