It is also a week of final decisions. I received word from the Physical Evaluation Board that I have a green light to permanently retire. That I will be fully, completely, entirely and unremittingly separated from the Marine Corps. It is not a bittersweet thought, rather, a conglomerate one of anger, frustration, wistfulness, sadness and, ultimately, relief that I can write the last words to this chapter and truly move forward. It means I no longer have to endure medical examinations that quantify the "extent" of my injuries, no more reliving the trauma under questioning from line officers and "wizards" probing to see how I react, no more defending my quest to put one foot in front of the other and see how far I can go.
|Sunset over another Arabian desert circa 2008|
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