You Have Nowhere To Go

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The training for my first unit, the 1st Foreign Calvary, was very intense. I have been in Libya for basic training and I never thought I would be a tank driver. But there I was. If I failed I would be stranded in the desert with no passport, money or water. "My Grandfather's death got me here!" Once again there was no room for compromise. This was a do or die situation. My Grandfather's world view was very similar to that of the Legion. He always told me that "you are aloud your own opinion but if the laws of nature and nature's God disagree with your opinion, you can be driving too fast and physics will correct your opinion as you roll down a cliff." I realized that early in my training that my Grandfather was right about everything. There is no room for compromise in any part of life. In fact it says in the book of Revelation, "because you are lukewarm—neither hot nor cold—I am about to spit you out of my mouth" (3:16). People say that Christians are hard to live with but only if you aren't willing to live by the law. Back then the Democrats didn't divide by race, so I didn't understand what an amazing blessing God had bestowed on me. Every nation has a diverse population with in their ranks but the FFL is special in that people come from all over the world to fight for Justice. No not the fake SJW kind of Justice, I am talking about real equality as given to us by our Creator. The Foreign Legion serves as the Peace Keeping force for the UN. This is a fact that I am not proud of but we can't choose our battles. We must fight them as they come. After my first tour with the 1st Foreign Calvary, I reupped and qualified for the legendary 2nd Rep. No more tanks for me. These guys are the reason the US Army Green Beret wares the hat in the first place. The legend goes that during the Battle of Normandy the brand new Ranger units had to climb the cliffs to take out the German bunkers on the top of the cliffs, so the rest of D-Day could go on as planned. In life there are consequences to every thing. My decision s made in my life lead my to this point. If Max, and his brother Angel didn't go with me into the tunnels in Germany, I wouldn't have had the money to get here: furthermore, if I didn't invest the remainder of that reward, I would not be a week away from taking the Bar Exams. All of this proves to me that the Lord of my creation has been watching me all along. "That is an incredible testimony, Tolie. Do you have any regrets about leaving you baby sister or your mother?" Dema asked me as a staff member filled our cups. "Dema my mother murdered my Grandfather, she is in prison for the rest of her life. My uncle Danny took my sister in and I was already emancipated and moving out anyway." I answered my friends question. "Yes..." I looked out into the crowd and pointed at the hand that was raised. "Thank you for taking my question. This question is for Luke." Luke took the Microphone out of my hand. "Go ahead, please." "What is it like being an openly gay man living, studying and working on such a strict conservative campus? This goes for your boyfriend Victor too." Luke started to answer but Victor took the Microphone. "If it is OK with you I will take this question?" Luke nodded. "What is your name if I may ask?" "Brian." "Brian it is nice to meet you. and to answer your question. I feel that our Christian friends are sincere in their efforts to Love us in spite of our life style choices. If you need support come and find us at any time of day." The young man stayed standing and asked one more question. "This one is to Tolie or Dema." "Go ahead." I answered. "You Tolie, have some vast real world experience that creates a strong direction in this room, when I asked your gay friends about how they are treated here, did you want to jump in and how would you have answered? "Good question. Well let me start by saying I am probably the oldest law student Harvard has ever had. With that said I do have that life experience behind me. Yes, I did want to jump in on the answer, mostly because I don't see my friends as gay, they are my friends. They don't have a s****l relationship with me so we don't talk about s*x. Did I answer your question?" Brian thanked me and sat down. "The question took me back to my FFL days. Identity politics doesn't fly because you are living and dying all together." I told the room.
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