"This is what I believe.

Fuck, what do I believe?

Fuck the military.
Fuck that shit, but I love, I love my job.

They're killing everybody. It breaks my heart."

I have a friend, and this fella served in the military. Every time I see him, he's pretty drunk. Every time I talk to him, he is on the verge of tears, describing the situations he's found himself in, and the things that he had to do.

He always reminds me, though, of how much he loves his job.
Always.

It's as if he's been conditioned to tell himself that he loves what he's doing.
He's a smart guy, that's for sure, but I can't tell if he understands exactly what he thinks. He said it himself, in the aforementioned quote. He always reminds himself, after describing what he considers to be horror, of how much he loved it.
It's incredibly difficult to watch. It's heartbreaking, even, to see the confusion.

It's a damn shame that people can be conditioned by such an institution to become confused of their own values.

That's all.