Maximilian

Creator

Terminal Lance #292 “The Other Side of the Line”

September 13, 2013

Relationships can be difficult in the military, very difficult. While pretty much everyone has had bouts of long distance relationships in their life, the military relationship offers its own sets of challenges unique to itself. For instance, being away for upwards of 6 months at a time can be a very trying thing. I speak, of course, as someone that was married during both of my deployments to Iraq.

The worst part is that, really, you never actually know what’s on the other side of the line. It’s very important to understand that you will never know, and as such, only the strongest relationships built on solid foundations of trust will actually stand the test of a deployment. Infidelity is a common instance in the military, on both the service member and the spouse’s side. For every wife that cheated, there was equally a Marine cheating on his girlfriend back home.

This comes down, mostly, to immature relationships. What the fuck do you expect? People fresh out of high school and spending long times apart from each other shouldn’t be getting married. It’s as simple as that. Everyone likes to think that a 19 year old Marine is a mature individual, but enlisting doesn’t grant wisdom instantaneously, it is acquired over the years like anybody else. But even so, deployments are hard on any relationship.

Bottom line, you need to trust each other for this to work. And relax, the other side of the line probably isn’t anything you think it is.

In other news, the Kickstarter stuff will be going out soon enough, I’m still waiting on a lot of replies to the surveys. Because people keep asking: No, I did not send out all of the surveys yet. I sent out surveys for backers under $50, and the rest will go out when I have coins in hand and ready to ship. I’m probably going to set a deadline just so I can get everything going, but fear not, if I don’t get you in the first round I’ll get you in the next.

Another thing I want to talk about is the general climate of the Facebook page lately. First off, while I made fun of the whole “holding up a sign against Syria” thing, I left my political views out of it. That’s my stance on everything. Terminal Lance is apolitical, and I don’t give a shit what you believe in. It doesn’t affect me, and I will not impart my beliefs on you, because it doesn’t affect you. Claiming I’m “not a patriot” or a “liberal” because I made fun of these idiots holding up signs is the dumbest, sister-fucking hillbilly bullshit I’ve ever read. You have no idea what I am, and it doesn’t matter. You’ve missed the point.

Another point on missing the point: lately the Facebook page has grown, and it always has. With new people come people that are unfamiliar with the comic strip and what it is that I actually do. For starters, if you’re someone that wants to tell me, “Get back to making dick and fart jokes,” I implore you to go fuck yourself in whatever way best suits you. If you’d like, I can offer suggestions on methods you can use to go fuck yourself. I don’t care what rank you are, what you’ve done, who you are, or where you’ve been; if you think Terminal Lance is nothing but dick jokes you can go fuck yourself. You have missed the point of this humble comic strip.

Not to toot my own horn here, but nothing like Terminal Lance existed before Terminal Lance. This little comic of mine paved the way for honest, blunt critiques of military culture online, widely available to the masses and designed for the real Marine. While you may see a plethora of military pages that post memes and such, those didn’t exist prior to Terminal Lance. You may not like me personally, (and I don’t blame you, I can be kind of a dick) but don’t come to me with your expectations and your failure to understand what this comic actually represents.

Lastly, I apologize for the lack of comic on Tuesday. There was some confusion and miscommunication regarding the upgrade of the website, which should be live in the next couple of weeks.

Otherwise, have a good weekend and eat a frosty. Or stay frosty. Or whatever.

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