April 2005


15.April.2005

I was thinking this morning while taking a shower how unfortunate german-american relations are. This is spoken from my point of view however, and most of you might never experience it. The germans around Ansbach/Nuremburg only see what Americans in the army are like. To be completely honest, I haven't met many people in my life before the military that can compare with the people I've met in the army. I can't name anyone that I knew that had a GED before I joined. You can call me close minded or whatever you wish, but it's just not the type of people that I grew up with.

I bring this up just because when I walk around Germany, I find myself ashamed that people can recognize me so quickly as an american. I don't hate the states, or the people there, but it sucks to walk around and be labeled just because of where i come from. Funny, who would have thought that a young, white male from a blue collar, middle class upbringing would say these things.

Maybe because those of us in the army are trained to kill it makes us act differently. Maybe because most in the army came in straight from high school, this being their first job and first time away from home. Perhaps it's because you can drink when you are 18 in Germany, and most American's aren't mature enough to handle themselves without going out and trying to get into fights.

I can't remember a time going out with my friends that I've been involved in a fight. I can't even remember a time seeing a "bar fight". Before I joined, i might have thought that bar fights only exist in movies. Since I've been here, it's been like every weekend. I fucking hate that. I hate all the goddamned aggression and immaturity. Then I hate not being able to go somewhere just because so idiot American soldier decided it would be fun to hit someone. I look at every American soldier that I don't know with resent because of this. Right, I'm just as bad as the germans for doing this, and I shouldn't question why they treat us the way they do, but seriously, why do we have to be such immature douchebags all the time.











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