I will never know what it feels like to put on my country's uniform.

Comimg home from Base Borden is the shittiest thing I've ever had to do.  I thought about it a lot.  I chalked it up to then thinking I was too passive, being an introvert.  I thought I fu3ked up the role-playing scenarios (which i subsequently passed on my ATS testing).  In retrospect I now know that there were several unknown hurdles that contributed to my disappointment and shame.  To Sergeant Smith who anxiously tried to get me started:  Thank you. To Canadian Forces Chief Warrant Officer Fitzgerald who, in janitor's camo, talked to me at length about nothing at all until it was time for orientation:  Thank you. To Major Simpson who saw something in me that nobody else did and sent me to MP school:  Thank you Sir!  God bless you for giving me a chance. To the doubters:  Thanks for giving me the strength to compete. To those who failed me before I started:  You won; the loss is all mine. To those who broke my spirit:  May God have mercy on your soul. Sent from Yahoo Mail on Android