Brown Bottles

I chose to pick up a weapon and stand on the wall.  This wall protects the financial freedom of the people who also made their choice to be under my protection.  Standing on the wall is a thankless job.  When you are “right”,  that means something went absolutely-fucking wrong with the wall and the institution you are trying to protect takes a hit.  On the other hand, when you are “wrong” it means your ass is on the sling.  The institution sees only your failure to anticipate  the things to ensure that the wall of protection remains strong.

Being caught between the devil and the deep blue sea doesn’t even compare to the way decisions that we, soldiers on the wall, make everyday.  That’s why I only take volunteers as part of my team.  If you think you are only forcing yourself to stand on the wall, better get out. It could get a lot worse, very fast.

I give my snappy-salute to all my volunteer-soldiers who have to endure all the shit that is thrown their way and still manage to smile.

I may rant and curse. But I am loyal to the wall where I stand watch.  I will be here again tomorrow, my weapon in tow, and head held up high.  But tonight, I might find respite in downing a few brown bottles.