And it's up and away in the morning!
For the tears that our mothers have cried!
But the sea she had called me,
and you may call me balmy,
but I went to her just like a bride!
And it's up and away in the morning!
So my little brother just sent me this song, which is more or less saying that his ship the George Washington will be leaving port within a day or so for his first time at sea. While I'm a Marine as opposed to a sailor, we're all part of the naval service, and I have to admit... where I'm sitting now to where he is now at the start of a grand adventure and a career he's already wrapped up in happily... I'm... jealous. The Marines was pretty much my life, it was really all I wanted to do, as I know I've mentioned else where, but two severe injuries one of mind, another of body, left me broken and.... hating. I'm not hating any more, which is refreshing. Hate can only really take you so far in the long or short term, but it stops you going cold at least. I'm still dealing with the fact that I am alive, I'm still broken beyond repair to the condition where I can do what I should be doing... but I'm on another path that will at least give me away to stay involved. While I envy my brother's path, I don't begrudge him this, and I'm proud of the man he's become from a goofy art school drop out. (He's still goofy, I don't think Marine Corps Drill Instructors could kick that out of him) and I'm interested to see how this turn at sail will change him, if he'll come back a sailor or a whelp ready to kiss the dirt out of relief. The sea was never my mistress, the clear skies are mine, but it's a similar relationship with a force of nature that'll kill you at random with not a second's warning. I'm permanently separated from my lover with my wings pulled like they'd been ripped physically off my body, but she never broke me, and I'll be cursed to long for that till death's kiss claims me.
Blegh this got weird and rambling.
Fair winds and following seas mate.
S/F