I am originally from MA, lived in Montreal after getting out, and now live in VT. I am still processing how I ended up where i did. An anti establishment kid ending up in the corps - its as if i needed to see this shit first hand to confirm all my worst fears. And confirmed they were....
I find it amazing how people refuse to acknowledge that I actually went through a war. Society does not allow us any time to sit with what we just went through. Since getting out I have been constantly forced to justify my life to friends and family, they need to know the plan - what's next. I'm finally comfortable with telling them to fuck off - I need some time, I need some space. Somewhere down the road I want to study hollistic healing / chinese medicine. Helping people instead of killing people, you know what I mean? Life will work itself out. In the meantime, as long as I have a roof over my head and something to eat, I am perfectly happy.