Jukebox Actual
Member
- Location
- Southern Colorado
- Hardiness zone
- 6a
PNW native (Seattle). Lived a handful of years in Maryland before moving to Belgium (that's Europe, kids) for another number of years. Moved back to Seattle before finally ending up in Colorado where my girlfriend is from.
Formerly enlisted US Marine (2002-2006), multiple combat tours in Iraq. I volunteered (colloquially; mercenary) with the International Legion for the Territorial Defense of Ukraine (ILDU) in 2002, for 6 months when Russia invaded Ukraine. It was less about being pro-Ukraine, and more about being anti-Kremlin. Politics aside, I refused to sit by and watch entire villages of innocent people be slaughtered, so when Ukraine put out the word for "skilled warfighters" to come help, I dropped everything and answered the call. I was injured during combat operations and after a 6-week hospital tour, I returned to the frontlines only to be reinjured a month later. I subsequently returned to the states to heal, and then my girlfriend got pregnant. That triggered my official retirement from the battlefield.
Now broken, lost and overwhelmed by the polar shift from "taking life" to "creating life"... I garden. I guess because It's calming, and I can largely go at my own pace. I'm held accountable for each mistake made. It's still a form of structure that I desperately need.
Feel free to inquire about ALL THE THINGS. Thanks for having me, again.
Cheers,
-Fox; AKA Jukebox-
Formerly enlisted US Marine (2002-2006), multiple combat tours in Iraq. I volunteered (colloquially; mercenary) with the International Legion for the Territorial Defense of Ukraine (ILDU) in 2002, for 6 months when Russia invaded Ukraine. It was less about being pro-Ukraine, and more about being anti-Kremlin. Politics aside, I refused to sit by and watch entire villages of innocent people be slaughtered, so when Ukraine put out the word for "skilled warfighters" to come help, I dropped everything and answered the call. I was injured during combat operations and after a 6-week hospital tour, I returned to the frontlines only to be reinjured a month later. I subsequently returned to the states to heal, and then my girlfriend got pregnant. That triggered my official retirement from the battlefield.
Now broken, lost and overwhelmed by the polar shift from "taking life" to "creating life"... I garden. I guess because It's calming, and I can largely go at my own pace. I'm held accountable for each mistake made. It's still a form of structure that I desperately need.
Feel free to inquire about ALL THE THINGS. Thanks for having me, again.
Cheers,
-Fox; AKA Jukebox-