Taking Back Sunday

In Combat there's a point that hits everyone, where day after day, the bullets, the screaming, the crying, the monotony, the intense drain on your endurance, your psyche, and your general sense of being leave you at a point where you just want to sit and sleep. To just drop it all walk away. Everyone gets this way. At least everyone I served with. But, at the end of the day, you have to reasses, wipe the dirt of your gear and yourself, get up and fight. Rage against the next day and everything you know will come with it and what you don't know might hop along for the ride. Life is a lot like that. You get knocked down. You just want to lie down and sleep. Let the kicks keep coming as long as you get a little rest. But eventually, you open your eyes and realize that if you don't fight, nothing is worth it. You have to fight for it. All of it. The good, the bad, and the ugly all come around anyways, so you might as well fight. That was todays' major thought. That and percocet make me sleepy. And my bed sucks. So, I'm gonna fight it.