Drink, Fight, Fuck: the epitaph of any soldier in the world. We join when we are young, stun and full of cum. Mine started when I was 5. Soldier or RCMP. Soldier won out and here I am. At 19 years old, you know nothing about what you are getting into. A society that breaks you down to nothing, your individuality is stripped to its bare bones. They mold you, create the machine or tool that they require you to be. After four weeks you are let loose for your first break. You are allowed outside, away from prying eyes. First thing that comes to mind; Drink, Fight, Fuck, but not in that order. You meet up with fellow recruits. Females; with the same ideas in mind. All your perversions, lusts and desires all mixed together for a hell raising good night of debauchery. You are cheap, you book a hotel room with someone else. The night of sex with the girl you picked up turns into a swap meet, where your fellow soldiers also pick up. Throughout the night you can go from spit roasting one, to a sandwich of two or more, to you being the meat between two lovely ladies as the other recruit is too drunk to fuck or even stand. Back to camp you go, filled with the vigor of conquest. You feel like nothing can hurt you, but then they break you down again. After 13 weeks you graduate and thrown to your next post to become whatever trade. Now you are told to think. As you progress your individuality comes back ever so gradually but with the intent on Drink, Fight, and Fuck. Your weekends are your own, now there are little highly educated girls around you. They like the bad boy attitude. Their innocence is more appealing for you to devour. It’s intoxicating, yet poisonous. For them; not you. You fuck as many as you can. Explore all the possibilities of the choices out there in the sexual world. You share and get shared. A married woman picks you up, knowing that all she wants is your hard young cock and to teach you a bit about not just slamming it in. Fore play, sensuality and exploration of your limits. You have hit your next phase of training and then sent across the country to your first long term posting. There you learn that you have to fit into society and be part of a larger group. Society does not truly understand you. Your aggression is too much to control and then its fight or flight time. Drink, Fight and Fuck your epitaph does not fit in society. We are the thing that no one wants to see until needed. We are the thing that everyone wants, when required. But we are the first to be blamed when sent to those ugly places in the world to fight for what the rulers in the ivory towers ask and something goes wrong. As you grow through age and experience you realize that you have to change, become that individual you once were. To learn to see things in a different light. Through all your failed marriages, relationships; you finally realize your eyes are finally open. But the world is changing too fast. Drink, Fight and Fuck will not always be accepted by everyone. You look at the world differently, coming to a realization accept me for who I am, don’t say thank you for your service. A smile and hello are just as good or even better. As for my epitaph of Drink, Fight and Fuck, I’ll drop the fight. My drink will always be a wonderful, depending on my company or view. As per fuck, well that is yet to be determined. My epitaph now is just to live life. To be as happy as I am able to be. Help those that I am able and play along the way if possible. To stand up for those that need it and protect those that I can. Drink, Fight and Fuck the epitaph of the next generation of soldiers that come behind me. Watch the world, open your eyes and when you are in those ugly places, find that one thing of beauty that brings back the calm.