Heh, my last rant has a single view on it. I'm guessing this means that my page is becoming a ghost town. My nonexistant updating schedule might have something to do with it. Oh well, if your reading this, then please leave a comment. All of the comments I recieve are very special to me.

Anyways, I don't have a rant for today, more of a lesson I wish to share. In a ways, that is what a rant is, but I'm not pissed off.

At this moment, it's around 3:37 in the morning, about 2-3 weeks into my summer vacation. I've done nothing of any significant importance, and I've been feeling pretty down for a while. It's probably me not taking my medication and slipping into depression, but I can't really tell.

I was just listening to a song. Rise Against - Hero of War. Check it out if you haven't heard it before.

The song got me thinking about my dad, and how he feels about when he was in the Navy.worse I often wonder if he had done anything that kept him awake at night. I know my grandpa did. He served in Vietnam, and no matter how many times I asked him to tell me a story, he never did. Not even on his deathbed.

The song makes me realize just what war does to people. It changes them. They are forced into split-second decisions that either end bad or worse. They come home, and we pat them on the backs and praise them for serving our country as he should, which only deepens their inner turmoil. I think soldiers need TLC, not praise.

Regardless of what my dad or my grandfather did when they were in war, I love them both. If either one of them reads this... be it my dad checkin' out my stuff, or my grandfather watching me from heaven, both of you were a priviledge to have in my life, and the lessons you taught me will remain a guiding beacon in my life.

For any soldier out there reading this, be safe.

Bring our flag home.