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My name is Gage but you can call me my nickname Eagle. I am an Army JROTC cadet SSGT Rolon, Foxtrot company. The acronyms translate into Junior Reserve Officers Training Corps and Staff Sargent. I love my country and the freedoms it has blessed me with because of our soldiers over seas.

Thank you all for your service and sacrifice. I myself and a few of my friends also want to serve in the military. My battle bud Bowen and I both want to become U.S Navy SEALs. Well, I mite lean more towards the army if I get a better deal when I go to enlist. If they let me enlist.

But if I end up going hooyah as a SEAL, I personally want to be an assaulter, Bowen want's to be an EOD operator. Being an assaulter means more action and I love to take action! I just hope his lazy ass doesn't get me killed. But if I end up going hooah I want to be a U.S Army Ranger weapons specialist. Unless I mistook the Army's special forces guys in my Army skills book for Rangers, when they could be Green Berets and the Rangers mite not even have that kind of squad specialization.

Life's good for the most part. I have good friends and family, schools good to for the most part. I try my hardest to get good grades.

Anyway, I'm a big military kind of guy, I listen to tributes and such. I'd like to have the short hair buzz cut, but my mom always says no I'd look like a skin head. I have some muscles but not as -defined- as I'd like them. I spend a majority of my time gaming, the other on getting in shape for the military and school's Army JROTC Raider team.

I have a few uniforms not including the class b one from JROTC. Seriously those things suck ass to have to wear! My favorite is split between my Navy and Army ones for a couple reasons. The navy ones being subdued urban digital and NWU Type 1 digital, and the Army ones being some old woodland BDU and newer ACU's. Or Battle Dress Uniform and Army Combat Uniform if you prefer to say the full names and or do not know the acronyms.

I like my Army ACU one for its multiple patch spots with the IR beacons on the shoulders, and that it has a collar that can zip up. I like the Navy subdued urban digital for its black, white and grey pattern, and the other because it has a NWU tactical combat shirt with a 1/4 zip made by TRU-SPEC. The full name of NWU being Navy Work Uniform and TRU-SPEC being a military clothing line company. I even have a desert marpat FROG uniform for the Marine Corps. I know that the Navy work uniform that's two shades of blue, with black and white coloring is one of three current day official camo patterns. So that leaves me to believe that the grey one I have is the uniform pattern for the Navy reserves. The other two patterns being AOR1 and AOR2, the acronyms full names are unknown to me.

For my ACU jacket, I put a medal of honor game inspired patch with the American Eagle's head on the left lower arm patch spot. I got it because it was a special ops awareness booster, so since its basically a support the troops patch I naturally took a liking to it. On the right upper arm, I put my red, white and blue U.S flag. On the chest I put my name tab on the right patch point, in the middle where the my rank insignia is. On the left side of the chest is a JROTC embroidered name tab, to distinguish me as a cadet rather than a currently enlisted Army personnel. Because my schools JROTC didn't get a surplus this year, had to buy my own ACUs out of dedication. But the payoff was sweet, my ass looks sexy in military fatigues.

I am a type 1 diabetic. I was diagnosed a year ago, like many others it nearly killed me.

We didn't know until the effects had been taking place for a few days. I was kind of lucky it hadn't happened years ago seeing I'm now 16 years old. I had been having extreme thirst for almost all my life, maybe it was the gallons of water I'd chug down every day that held it off for so long.

It had taken my muscle mass away in every part of my body, building them back up was a pain. The first time I walked with them after words sucked so freaking much. I've been fitting as much work-out time in as possible, from weights training at school to doing push-ups and sit-ups in reps of 25 sometimes at my house.

As some of you may know being a type 1 diabetic means I possibly can't join the military position I want. Maybe I can get an exception for another role in the military, but I wouldn't want it. SEALs or Rangers are the only things for me right now.

I can't imagine how many people suffer from diseases or disability and are unable to serve their country the way they want or at all because of it. But I'm not here to cry about it. Whining about it does nothing about it.

Well we all need to vent sometimes, so I'm not saying no one has the right to. Heck, the depression that diabetes put me through was enough to bring me to tears. It also made me have depression fazes where I would just mope around and ask myself, why me? Did I do something in my life to disserve this? I'm sorry if I did! All I want to do is give back what so many men and woman given me. I want to stop bad people from hurting and scaring the innocent.

A big thing that helped me through my depression was a little show that many guys love.

-My little pony-friend ship is magic-.

God that was such a good day to be alive! The story, the 'plot' (winks) , if you don't get that joke then you must me new here. Then we have the main six of the show. I feel some of them represent me, Rainbow Dash, Rarity, and Fluttershy. Because I feel they represent aspects of myself, there're generosity, kindness and loyalty. I particularly like Rainbow Dash the best, her dream of becoming one of the elite flyers known as the Wonder Bolts. Mine of wanting to become an elite soldier. Her cocky attitude, me playfully gloating about my gaming skills to my friends online. She's just so relatable!

The show eventually led me to the really awesome website called 'Fimfiction'.

That also I managed to use to convert my buddy Bowen to a brony. Welcome to the herd buddy!

So that's that then, now lets get this day started.

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Its a Friday morning, I got up at 4:30am as usual.

Got dressed in normal cloths instead of a military uniform, which is mostly when I don't have JROTC on that day or not doing things that are military related. Well I do still wear my military cargos for the cargo pocket space, so I can easily store my blood sugar tester and sugar boosters for when my blood sugar is low. Tactical thinking for the win!

I ate breakfast, then hopped on the computer to pass what time I had left at my lovely little haven of a home. I love to watch -Markiplier-.

Such a great guy, I mean how many youtubers use their fame to donate to charity. He also gives regular shout outs to his fandom.

He use to just do horror game playthroughs, but now he has expanded his channel tremendously.

Now he does Gmod and tons of other games that would take to long to list.

Another youtuber I like is -seananners-. Oh my god! The laughs I get from that guy are equal to the ones I get from -mlp Michael- from -Roster Teeth- when he does his rage quit videos! One last youtuber that is funny as heck is Vanossgaming! Look'em up when yawl get a chance if you don't know them already.

When 6:10 came around, it was off to school, where I only love two classes and a couple friends.

Oh and let me say this, when you walk to the bus stop and its dark and you know about slender man, the rake, strider and Jeff the killer. Plus you live in the suburbs, you get a little paranoid.

But that's okay because I live across the street from a former U.S Army Ranger. Who by the way...is like...

super cool! As Batman himself from -collegehumor- would say. He even takes me shooting with him! Nothing like having a competitive shoot-off with a former operator.

I listen to music as I walk down my street's long road and head for my bus stop, its about a five to eight minute walk depending on the pace you move. When I got there I waited until it finally came. Getting on the bus I tell my bus driver good morning because I like to have manners, plus its a good feeling that it mite lighten up someone's day. I then take my usual seat near the back of the bus. After twenty minutes we arrive at our high school and begin the day. After a few classes it was lunch, the only time when Bowen and I get to really chat other than by Xbox Live, or phone.

"Hey man what's up?" Bowen had approached me and gave me the friendly tap on the shoulder.

"Nothing much."

I say that to everyone if they ask, unless I feel I have something to say worthwhile.

"I'll be back, guard my shit with your life."

"When don't I have your back?" I jokingly reply.

He had left to use the bathroom like always then came back.

"So how's it going with you?" he asks to start conversation.

"Same old same old."

"You going to quit rifles or what?"

"Nah I just had to make up my midterms, leaving early for winter break and all that."

"Oh I was wondering why you didn't show up the last two practices."

" Oh shit, you think LT.COL dropped me!?"

"Hell no your one of the best shots."

"You jelly bro?" I flash Bowen a cocky smile.

"Shut the hell up." Bowen laughs.

"Fuck your shit!"

"Fuck your couch!"

After our little chit chat about life and our military goals and whatever else popped up, the bell rang signaling my time to go to biology class.

"Well I'll catch you later Bowen." I say to him and head out along with the others.

My grandmother, Grandma Sandy always said she didn't believe in goodbyes. Most of our family being believers, and not bible banging preachers that you'd expect. I don't care about your religion, race, sexuality or beliefs. You stick to your thing and I'll stick to mine. Don't preach it to me and we're cool. Grandma Sandy always taught me to say 'until we meet again', because we will meet again in this life...or the next. I hold those words dear.

Then after my biology class, I rushed off to FSGT's(First Sargent's) room for rifle training. I had arrived about a minuet in a half later and set my bags down.

"Hey Gage." LT.COL(Lieutenant Colonel) greeted me as I set my bags down.

"Yes sir?"

"We don't have rifle's today."

"Oh crap!" I say quickly scooping my bags back up.

"Think you can make it to your bus!" LT.COL asks in concern.

"Yes sir, thank you sir!" I reply as I rush out the door and dart down the halls.

I was on the other side of school from bus boarding. I luckily made it in plenty of time even with all the foot traffic. Then it was back to home sweet home! Finally I get to kick some ass on Xbox! Funny thing is LT.COL calls it an Xcube. Ha, old timers!

On the way back, I hit-up my old friend Mathew and his friends for some conversation. We usually just go with the flow. Taking about  whatever comes up. There was this one time that we played truth or dare. I chose truth, and was asked if I've ever thought about being with a guy. I came up with a quick joke to answer, saying that I did and that it had to be a one-night stand and that I'm not on the receiving end. Everyone had a good laugh from that.

When it came time for me to ask someone truth or dare, it was one of Mathew's friends. I thought of something that I was sure he would chicken out of It was me. Mathew and his friend and the three girls that were also friends with him as a group. I dare him to touch all three of the girls breasts, thinking that he wouldn't do it. But in one swift motion, that crazy mother fucker slid his hands across all three of their tits in two different seats!

The way Mathew jumped out of the seat he was sharing with the other guy and into mine, let you know that -it was about to go down-!

But surprisingly they didn't kick his ass but rather gave him props for doing it so swiftly! Returning to my bus stop, I exit the bus and make my way home, still laughing my ass off. It was a ten minute walk to and from so it didn't take me long. Walking through my house door I was greeted by my awesome mom. She would ask me how my day was and what I had for lunch. I'd tell her and check my blood sugar because its usually low after school. Then its off to my room. I had personalized it over time to my liking. Putting a small American flag on the wall next to my bedroom door. I also had some military window stickers and military poster on the walls around my bed, and a few posters with the American Eagle on them. I'm such a military junky.

After a few hours of Xbox and exercise between games. I hop in the shower, shave and brush my teeth. Then I go to bed.

That's my day-to-day life. Nothing to interesting, just your average teen. I'm just wondering what the future holds for my life?

A few months later...

It was collage and career night! I couldn't wait until 6:00pm! Finally I can ask a person from the Navy and Army what I can do for my country!

"Come on ma!" I call to my mother. She had been getting ready in her rooms bathroom and I was excited as ever!

"Alright cool your jets honey!"

"Well hurry up we have to go!"

"I'm coming!"

My Mother walks out of her room and follows me out the door. We hop in our red mustang convertible and role the windows down, we were about to drive off. When our friend Paul greeted us.

"Hey guys how you both doing?"

"Pretty good!" I call back.

"We were about to head to Gage's school's career night!" My mom adds.

"Oh cool, well I wont keep 'ya then, have fun you two!"

"Thanks I will!" I reply before we resume to drive off.

Oh I can't wait, this is going to be so awesome! I mentally scream to myself.

About one hour later...

I couldn't believe it. I was shot down by the Navy and Army. Both said that I would not meet the physical standards. The lady from the Army went as far to say that I was...a liability. I understood what she meant but that tone it was said in just sounded uncaring! I was hoping for a least some role in the military. But they said I'll be lucky just to make it into a reserve! One at least had the kindness to say if I were ever cured and the doctor gives me the go ahead I could enlist. I was now home. I Alienated myself from the world do to my own grief. I had buried my head in my hands. Sitting and weeping quietly on my bed to not let my mom know what I was doing. I knew she would give me a talk that would make me cry more with her motherly love. I didn't want to have to deal with it.

"I'm...sorry...guys. I quietly say to my past military ancestors and living uncle Don, whom served in Operation Desert Storm in the 82nd Airborne.I...failed you all... I...failed to give back." This lasted maybe until 9:00pm. I decided to hit they hay early this time. Not having anything else put tare myself up over my self-pity.

Slowly but surly, I drift off into sleep. But before then, my mother came and checked up on me. I didn't move to make her think I was asleep. As she closes my bedroom door I hear her whisper..."Good night my little soldier."

She probably knew I wasn't taking it so well. Because I never go to sleep early.