As usual, not much to add.
But I do have this.
I’ve been thinking a lot about the stuff that attracts you. The stuff that gets you in the door.
All that stuff is real. It’s there. You have to work for it, but it’s there.
It’s why you showed up in the first place.
But then there’s this other thing. It’s not written anywhere, it’s just something that you have to discover. And not everyone does.
And it turns out, that’s the real thing.
But, you only discover it in flashes, slowly.
A quizzical moment on the tarmac before an invasion.
A midnight exfil from the outskirts of a town in southern Iraq.
On the top bunk, staring at the ceiling, for the second time, wondering.
In front of a platoon of soldiers in Afghanistan, writing it out on a whiteborad, with blank expressions coming back at you.
In a classroom in front of future officers, hanging on your every word, without it registering.
In a tired seminar with peers, yawning.
In a video game.
In a book.
It comes slowly over time.
And then you have it.
And once it’s known, it can’t be un-known.
What do you do with that knoweldge?
I think the answer to that question says more about the person than the truth.
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