…while on the contrary an incapable leader can demoralize the best of troops.”
                — Gen. John J. Pershing

Dearest United States Marine Corps higher ranking personnel,

     Hello. My Name is Jim. You may know me as “that fucking Lance Corporal with the ridiculous last name”.

     Over the preceding four years, I have run the gamut of morale, from wanting nothing more than to be a U.S. Marine, serve my country, kill some bad guys, to be willing to give my life for another, to not giving any amount of fucks about any of you. Why would you do that? Why have you not taken the fact that there are good men and women out there that want nothing more to do with anything militarily related?

    I have served my country and Corps in as honorable a way as I can. Yes, I’m not the most desirable candidate for you, baby bones and higher I.Q. n shit, but I wanted nothing more than to stay and serve. However, you destroyed that in me.

     My biggest question is, why do you want to make me feel like shit for a series of injuries I sustained in the line of duty? I apologize that my glasses inconvenience you. I also apologize that you never had the joy of experiencing the pain I suffer every day. It’s not good enough that I sacrificed everything I was, broke almost every bone in my body, and have suffered a series of maiming injuries that I will have to live with until the day I die.

    It’s brutally apparent to me, and most likely anyone else with a shred of intelligence (i.e. smarts), that something in your personal life is severely lacking. Does the missus wear the pants? Does that eagle, globe, and anchor not hold a candle to the fact that you are, at home, a little bitch?

     Words cannot describe the joy I feel at the thought that I will no longer have to be one of you in a matter of weeks.

     Semper Fidelis, brother.