Some ask me, ” Do dead bodies bug you?” My first instinct is to say no. No it doesn’t bug me, move on and keep going. Truth is, yeah, it fucking bugs me. You don’t forget the severed limbs, blood pools, smell, burnt bodies, not knowing what body part is what. You’d think two tours, 7 months- You’d get used to it, right? Doesn’t phase you, you’re stone cold. You’ve seen worse, you’ve been through hell, what’s a few dead Taliban bodies? No, it’s not the fact that I did that to them, I caused it. It’s the fact that death is so peaceful, yet so painful at the same time.
You. Never. Let. It. Go.
