The Hardest Chapter of My Life
Transitioning after the military was one of the most difficult moments in my life. One that no one can truly prepare you for.
There it was, what felt like the end of an era for me, but it was simply one chapter finishing. In a short four years I had been shaped into a man and hardened and haunted by war. What I thought would be a lifelong career ended with more pain and bitterness than I knew how to handle. I had chosen to finish out my military contract and go my separate way. Always holding on to the dream of going to college and becoming an archaeologist, but I was unprepared for the next chapter of my life.
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No one tells you about what comes after and the loneliness that follows leaving the military. Saying goodbye to friends you may never see again and losing your direction in life. I had become a man without a purpose and the months until school started were brutal. I had many long nights lying awake while drinking a six-pack of beer watching mindless Netflix shows. Insomnia was running the show and I was disassociating turning days into weeks. Eventually the money from paid leave ran out and I had to get a job. Who would want to hire a haggard veteran with dark bags under his eyes? Well apparently, washing cars was the job for me until Fall came around.
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Eventually I began to make friends at work and felt somewhat sociable heading into university. I thought the loneliness couldn’t get any worse, but I was wrong. There I was sitting in class amongst my peers as the oldest and only veteran. I brought a unique perspective that others never really seemed to understand. I had seen more of the world than these young budding students, but I carried too many scars. Making friends was difficult and I managed to make few and far between.
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The late nights continued, and I had trouble adapting to the constant pressure I felt on my neck. As if I were some creature at the bottom of the ocean being crushed. It was around that time that I decided I needed a companion of sorts and eventually adopted my first dog Freya. Freya was a ten-week-old puppy riddled with ringworms on her ears after being abandoned in the streets with her litter. She was a beautiful looking mutt with gray eyes. I fell in love at first sight as she cuddled up to me on that bench outside the shelter. I knew in my heart this was the dog for me and proceeded with the adoption.
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Our first moment was her pooping in my car on the way home because I forgot to bring a small dog cage. Well, many of our first memories are of her pooping. I couldn’t help but chuckle as she pooped on me while walking her for the first time. She was a scaredy cat who struggled with anxiety just like me. In time I learned patience, and love from a puppy who drove me insane. However, I stopped staying up late dreading falling asleep, and she was always there by my side when I struggled.
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I had finally found the strength and courage to close the chapter and transition to my new one. It hasn’t been easy on this journey and most days I still can't seem to put down the uniform. When I look in the mirror, I still see that haggard and broken-toothed soldier staring back at me with blood on his uniform. Always wondering when he would be needed again and hoping he never would.
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Matthew Mccahey
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