>left army months ago
>have to keep my boots and other stuff for three years in case SHTF or I rejoin
>decide to wear my boots one day just to remember the good old times
>leave the house
>boots feel comfy as fuck after just a minute of walking
>suddenly remember all the good times
>get more and more sad every second
>cant bear it any longer
>head home
>almost start to cry on the subway
>break into tears as soon as the door closes behind me
Fuck /k/. I wasn't ready for this. Why do I miss that shitshow?