It’s probably pretty easy while you are in the army to feel like you love what you are doing. They strip down your individuality during basic and build you up to be part of a team. Your life and your teams lives are in each other’s hands so you love and trust these people, you suffer loss and victory together so you feel a part of something stronger than anything you probably ever experienced.

It isn’t until you get out that you can look back and see that every loss and victory was just bodies thrown into a meat grinder and the mixture of “enemies” and “friends” just changes the war sausage that day.