User blog:Spikewitwicky/Spike's Journal Entry - Nov. 11th, 2015



So, today's Veteran's Day. This day always has a soft spot for me. Mainly because my dad fought in the Korean War. And despite all of the pandering I see from both the right and left for wanting to honor vets, I usually see the Korean War left out of the conversations. The World War II veterans have the distinction of fighting in the bloodiest conflict in world history, and the rapidly-vanishing population of WW2 veterans. The Vietnam War brought new understanding to PTSD. But there's this huge grey, middle area that's forgotten.

Thumbing through my journal this morning, I've realized...I do a lot of bitching. If anyone finds this, I'm worried they may think of me as some sort of Peter Parker-like (not that Peter Parker's not cool - he's probably my favorite Marvel character) "woe is me, why was I given this power?" type of guy. So, I'll do a quick level set:

I may be the luckiest guy on Earth. When the Autobots woke up on Earth, and rescued us, and allowed us to live with them... the odds of that happening to US... 1 in about 5 billion (or 2 in 5-billion, given my dad went along). I get to work on alien technology for a JOB. I get to travel to different planets occasionally as an ambassador. I somehow got a smoking hot genius to marry me, I have a son in college, and I have a healthy daughter.

Oh, and that's before any mention of being able to live in Autobot City, and being surrounded by my best friends.

So yeah. Some of the stuff can be a pain in the ass, but I wouldn't trade my current living situation for any sum of money.