Inner Thoughts- Am I A Pussy?

Stronger men than I have had to endure much more.  Who am I to seek assistance for issues which pale in comparison to those who have come before me?  Who am I to tie up resources from those who have endured more than I could even fathom?  We’ve come a long way from the days of swords and spears, mallets and spades, vast fields smelling of death, the festering wounds spreading blood sickness and madness through the body, and the prolonged sounds of suffering from the gravely wounded.

So, who the fuck am I?

Perhaps, I’ve experienced just enough to believe there’s a semblance of achievable normalcy out there.  Or…..I could just be a pussy, despite being spared combat at it’s absolute bloodiest and worst.

So, I ask again……who the fuck am I?

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