Follow the 19 year old version of yours truly through my Iraq War deployment to Kuwait, Qatar, Djibouti, and Kenya.
(This series was written in my blog during my final semester of my UC Berkeley undergraduate years in Spring 2007).
I don’t ever tell people that I was deployed with the Army unless it comes up because I’m always treated differently by that fact. It’s always one extreme or the other. They either give you tremendous respect for the service (the gain I was talking about) and put you on a pedestal OR they start to start joking with you sooner or later about the limited personal experiences that you happen to share that skews their perception of the deployment or political foresight or lack thereof. Now I’m in my last semester, and I have nothing to gain anymore. I hated getting respect just because of the reputation, instead of earning the respect because of the quality of work I did in any new endeavor.
So without further ado…