New News From The Marine...
This is the most exciting shit I have been able to report since the last time I reported.
As a good number of y’all are aware, I have a friend. My special friend, the Marine. Actually, he did 2 tours in the Marines, is now a firearms specialist and trainer for both military and civilian applications, and is also a contractor who is currently getting citizens out of Ukraine because he’s a fucking superhero.
That’s right, my friend is a bad motherfucker.
So, the whole time he’s been away, he’s been sending me these amazing pictures, and we talk as often as we can. Although the signal is sketchy there, it’s typically two or three times a week.
The pics he sends me, y’all. I have a book. It’s ready to roll; I just need him to get home to narrate a little bit for me.
Today, I found out he is set to come home in a few weeks.
Listen, I swear I am so happy right now, it doesn’t make any sense. And not just because he is probably the only guy on Earth I would even consider dating at this point, but the fact that he will be here and be safe for the first time since January. That has my heart doing a whole song and dance.
So, back to the book. He sent me pictures of dogs being carried out of the country. Of old men and women who survived Nazi atrocities being rescued. And the absolute wreckage.
He is too fucking good to be true. I call him Uncle Sam’s Finest Stephen, and he certainly is.
As you can see from the above exchange, he thinks I’m beyond ridiculous, but is also aware of my abilities to write a pretty fucking entertaining story. I’m hoping he will allow me to write this one, because it’s fascinating, and the shit this man has seen.
He literally signs up to go into war zones and save people. If that’s not a fucking superhero, I’ll give you back my spandex catsuit and cape right the fuck now.
So, hopefully, in the next few weeks, I’ll see his gorgeous, tattooed, absolutely perfect self and he can tell me all of the things the pictures don’t say. However, to say that he has a touch of the post-traumatic…I mean he makes me look like I sleep well and am not afraid of the dark, we’ll put it that way.
I’d like to think I’m fairly decent at getting him to talk, though, so I’m going to put my money on the fact that I could be typing out a story before too long. I’ll tell you that he told me to stop watching the news and that it wasn’t that bad everywhere, but I think that was mostly for my benefit.
I wish I could share some of the pictures now, but that would literally put my friend at risk, and obviously, I will never do that. I will tell you that they moved me. I’m so very proud of him and what he does. He is my superhero, and two or three days a week I pretend I’m a superhero. It is him I emulate.
So, that’s the new news. Please put out some good vibes for my friend. He certainly means a great deal to me, and I’ll be really glad when he’s home for a little bit before he runs off to save the world again.
So glad for both of you! Find out what kind of cookies he wants!🥰
He is a true hero!!!! I’m delighted he’s coming home.