So long as we're talking about soldiers, do I have a sign on my head that says "if you've been at war in the Middle East and we're in a bar together right now, please come ruin my night with story after story about how horrible things are over there and how your life is now ruined at the age of 21"? 'Cause sometimes I think I have that sign on my head.
Not to sound like an insensitive prick, but sometimes I just want to tell these guys that I'm not a therapist, I don't care about their lives, I didn't choose for them to join the military, and to leave me the fuck alone. But then I'm always worried if I say that I'll get my neck broken by some mentally unbalanced kid with some serious PTSD issues.
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