I am still a soldier. I am still a young man who joined the military and got to see a little bit of the world. How fun it was hanging out with black Vietnam vets in DC. I am scrappy and dependent on the VA now.

 I like my fellow veterans was frozen at the age of boyhood. I have some arrested development. The DFAC chow hall foods messed with my mind. Now I am still forever young.

Seeing people hanging out at the DC VA medical center all day. Remembering different AIT barracks. Or the military adventure continued. From Germany seeing overseas and leaving the country.

I have seen the black adult male veterans and seen their humor. Also them being cared for and being products of the system. To grow up as a boy to see EG Vietnam. How fun it was hanging out in mental illness groups before going to the basement for a free meal a the cafeteria.

Thankful to have my benefits like my healthcare. I still act like I live in the barracks and have to be accountable. I fondly remember my coed peers from Georgia. I am still the kid who enlisted a little later at 19 years old and shipped off to meps and later BCT at Ft Jackson.



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