A Broken Mindset
One of the guys in my platoon got married. He’s a jerk, of course, and he did it just so he could be allowed to move off base. I’m pretty sure he hit his wife too. Anyway, the whole platoon had a party there, myself included, for his new place.
It was pretty cut and dry until three of the guys came back after disappearing for 20 minutes, the new husband included. He told his very timid and seemingly lonely wife that her kitten ran off and they couldn’t catch him.
She was devastated, even though she thought he’d probably come back. Fast forward maybe a month. We were sitting in the battalion and it came up in conversation from one of those three guys how funny it was that the “annoying, worthless cat disappeared.”
The husband just openly admitted that they ended the kitten’s life before they threw it in a dumpster. There were three people involved, and there was nothing I could do about it.
The worst part is that I somehow looked like the jerk when I let some of my rage show; as if I was the messed up one for being outraged. As much as I loved the Corps, it really seemed to attract some messed-up individuals.
I don’t know about everywhere, but my experience of the infantry mindset is basically “screw everyone and everything that isn’t us.” Story credit: Reddit