It has been 10 years since we ended up in Ramadi, a place that was once considered the deadliest city in the world during the Iraq war. An urban maze where death was literally waiting on every corner, window, alley, street and rooftop. A place where a bond with great men was created and, despite the odds, we did our job to the fullest. What many nowadays seem too quick to judge on the events based on what they see on the media and some, even from their own experiences, none of that will ever take away the sense of pride and brotherhood that we developed under fire. For what many have created a misconception of what happened on the ground, that's what it is, a misconception. Because no one understands the different intentions between the politics and the door kickers, unless you where there. Where moral choices depended solely on the cards that have been dealt, trying to come up with the solution that could result in saving, taking or protecting someone's life, military, non military, good or bad guy. We don't look back and ask how the public will judge us, we only look back on how things could've or should've have gone and what we could have done to change it for a different outcome. It's the inside perspective that many, who judge the military, emts, LEOs and etc.., have not seen or felt themselves, yet, sleep warm because the hardest choice they had to make that day was figuring out which iPhone case would look better. No one does it for the pat on the back, the salad on our chest or the keep politicians happy, we all do it because we have to earn our right to be here. If you're one of those who shits on others for wearing a uniform, you should probably ask yourself if you ever had the fortitude to wear one and carry the weight of it, military or public servant alike. #truth