So, hello all, my name is ... well lets just say people call me Ruby. ||I typically have a form of redish/pink hair|| I am unfortunately just turning **screams on the inside** 30 and feel like that is a death sentence of an age!!!
So I joined the Us Army at age 16 which was the beginning of my senior year, and I graduated at 17 and had my 18th birthday in basic training. I knew for a FACT that, had I stayed in my home town in PA I was going to amount to nothing. My entire senior year was filled with bringing water bottles of vodka with my bestie to school and spending every weekend buying a ton of acid geltabs and not coming home till Sunday night!
Bottom line, I needed to get out of my town!!! For a few years, through basic, ait, airborne school, and finally making it to Fort Bragg I was VERY sober! Upon meeting my barracks mates the first night hazing included a bottle of gentleman's jack in which I threw up all over my NCO's bunk! ((One liquor I will NEVER drink again!!))
After that it was mainly just a active duty military routine, I was 18 but drank in the barracks and eventually me and a bestie found some raves to make it to during the weekends and would drink enough water that by the time we got back we pissed clean or we were not the ones chosen to be checked those weekends /they only actually checked a percentage of the urine analyses./
So we went to Kuwait, Iraq and Uzbekistan seen a ton of shit, but I know how to compartmentalize it all. YES I am a female!! For anyone not keeping up, my job while in the Forward bases was to deliver ammo to the infantry. Our trucks drove at night, no headlights, and through the desert because we were basically mobile bombs. If one truck was hit, we all were done. While you are there that stuff doesn't hit you. and you cannot let it hit you! If you do then you will break down.
Ptsd never was a problem until my military family (Once we redeployed home) started committing suicide left and right. Almost immediately I was pregnant. At the point that my son was 6 months old was when my unit was given orders to deploy to Iraq at again.
||Army rule states to a non married couple if your child is 6 months or older that they are able to be tossed aside to your parents or family and you are free to deploy. If I had been married to his father I may have been able to pull more strings, but we were not. So I was given an Honorable discharge for a Chapter 5-15 (Family Care Plan). Meaning I had nobody to care for my child when I deployed.
So that pretty much brings me up to date, PTSD is tough.
You lose your army family to suicide all over the world, and never have closure.
They still have facebook pages up from their families, I see their faces and their families posting for them and it is not like I can just go to these memorials/funerals and get that closure of knowing they are gone and saying good bye.... That is the worst of it all.
SOOO... that's me.. I guess
So I joined the Us Army at age 16 which was the beginning of my senior year, and I graduated at 17 and had my 18th birthday in basic training. I knew for a FACT that, had I stayed in my home town in PA I was going to amount to nothing. My entire senior year was filled with bringing water bottles of vodka with my bestie to school and spending every weekend buying a ton of acid geltabs and not coming home till Sunday night!
Bottom line, I needed to get out of my town!!! For a few years, through basic, ait, airborne school, and finally making it to Fort Bragg I was VERY sober! Upon meeting my barracks mates the first night hazing included a bottle of gentleman's jack in which I threw up all over my NCO's bunk! ((One liquor I will NEVER drink again!!))
After that it was mainly just a active duty military routine, I was 18 but drank in the barracks and eventually me and a bestie found some raves to make it to during the weekends and would drink enough water that by the time we got back we pissed clean or we were not the ones chosen to be checked those weekends /they only actually checked a percentage of the urine analyses./
So we went to Kuwait, Iraq and Uzbekistan seen a ton of shit, but I know how to compartmentalize it all. YES I am a female!! For anyone not keeping up, my job while in the Forward bases was to deliver ammo to the infantry. Our trucks drove at night, no headlights, and through the desert because we were basically mobile bombs. If one truck was hit, we all were done. While you are there that stuff doesn't hit you. and you cannot let it hit you! If you do then you will break down.
Ptsd never was a problem until my military family (Once we redeployed home) started committing suicide left and right. Almost immediately I was pregnant. At the point that my son was 6 months old was when my unit was given orders to deploy to Iraq at again.
||Army rule states to a non married couple if your child is 6 months or older that they are able to be tossed aside to your parents or family and you are free to deploy. If I had been married to his father I may have been able to pull more strings, but we were not. So I was given an Honorable discharge for a Chapter 5-15 (Family Care Plan). Meaning I had nobody to care for my child when I deployed.
So that pretty much brings me up to date, PTSD is tough.
You lose your army family to suicide all over the world, and never have closure.
They still have facebook pages up from their families, I see their faces and their families posting for them and it is not like I can just go to these memorials/funerals and get that closure of knowing they are gone and saying good bye.... That is the worst of it all.
SOOO... that's me.. I guess
