Am I a war criminal???

To be honest mate, if you actually were/are in the marines (I'm doubtful) then you need to toughen up a bit.

RM training is amongst the hardest in the world, the things you're exposed to is designed to make you be able to handle horrific situations far worse than what you've described.

After all, you don't join for anyone other than yourself.

Are u retarded when hes not deployed hes effectively a civilian the UK/home is not a warzone

Never done this before, was suggested by a friend to post up my situation here, forgive me if it's in the incorrect section.

So I'm going through a very tough situation, for which I would like to hear your opinions on please.

I joined the Royal Marines in 2012 without my parents knowing. Eventually when they found out, they clearly stated that they will not support me throughout this journey I have chosen. I thought this was just a phase which would eventually fade away, but I was ever so wrong.

After my training was completed, I was deployed to Afghanistan when I was 19 almost immediately. I said farewell to my three sisters which was a very emotional time as you could imagine, however my parents showed no emotion what so ever and didn't even say goodbye for when I left for deployment. They kept saying they will not support war criminals and murderers, so I left without my parents blessing, enroute to a war zone which was the most heartbreaking moment ever...knowing that the chances of me coming back were very slim and that could be the last time I could see them.

Before I left for deployment, my dad told me to remove him as my next of kin, so I had to put my sister as my next of kin who was more than happy to do so. This was one of many lows which I endured.

During the deployment, I used to write home to my family, to which my three sisters always wrote back and sent gifts etc which was very nice & relieving to see, however my parents never wrote back, and according to my sisters they refused to write back.

When I miraculously returned home, we had a homecoming parade to which there were hundreds of family and friends gathered to welcome us home. It was a beautiful moment until I found out that nobody from my family was in attendance. That moment was truly heart breaking to the point I had to fight so hard to keep back tears. I had random people who I've never seen or met before hugging me, with tears of joy welcoming me home which was a very nice and comforting feeling, but my very own ditched me...

I stayed after the parade for about 4/5 hours thinking they may be running late. I was sitting there all alone at the ground in uniform just after dark, where my Captain was going home with his wife and kids and spotted me. He asked me why I'm still here, and figured out what's going on since he somewhat knew my story about my parents. He hugged me and invited me over for dinner at his house, which eventually led to me breaking down into tears. I didn't go for dinner as I'm pretty sure it was a kind gesture, I don't wanna mess up his homecoming lol but the gesture itself melted my heart.

Eventually when I came home, my sisters were full of excitement to see me home, as was I, it was a massive relief. My parents on the other hand, barely showed any emotion once again, they were treating it as if I was coming home from the shops or something. But ah well, atleast I got to see them again which was all I wanted at the time. When I asked my sisters why they didn't come to the parade, they said my parents prevented them from coming...

The first thing my parents asked me after I entered my "home" was if I thought about where I'm going to stay...that was another blow I had to take. I just got home, and it was all good. They kept banging on about how they wont let a war criminal and murderer live under their roof.

My parents wont acknowledge me as their son, whenever someone asks them how many kids they have, they just say they have three daughters...

They wont let me come home to visit my sisters, so we just facetime all the time or organise an outing or something where we can spend time together which is tough.

This whole situation really messed with me mentally/emotionally to the point where peoeple were thinking that I was taking it tough to settle back after the tour. I have to explain to everyone my situation and the fact that the tour itself isn't the issue, it's the **** I had to deal with after coming home which has messed with my head.

I cannot begin to explain how retarded and absurd their arguements/comments are, to the point where I don't even respond or retalliate to their claims. They're very narrow minded and frankly, retarded. I know they're my parents, I still obviously respect them but what they've put me through is utterly wrong and unnecessary.

Do you think what my parents are doing is justified? Do I deserve to go through this?

To be honest mate, if you actually were/are in the marines (I'm doubtful) then you need to toughen up a bit.

RM training is amongst the hardest in the world, the things you're exposed to is designed to make you be able to handle horrific situations far worse than what you've described.

After all, you don't join for anyone other than yourself.

It's this mentality that tells lads to man up and ignores thing like PTSD. Being a soldier has very little to do with being a 'tough' guy.

I think his parents should be supportive, regardless. Soldiers don't decide where they get sent to. That's for politicians. If they voted labour, you can thank them for Bliars efforts sending lads and lasses into Iraq and Afghan.

Never done this before, was suggested by a friend to post up my situation here, forgive me if it's in the incorrect section.

So I'm going through a very tough situation, for which I would like to hear your opinions on please.

I joined the Royal Marines in 2012 without my parents knowing. Eventually when they found out, they clearly stated that they will not support me throughout this journey I have chosen. I thought this was just a phase which would eventually fade away, but I was ever so wrong.

After my training was completed, I was deployed to Afghanistan when I was 19 almost immediately. I said farewell to my three sisters which was a very emotional time as you could imagine, however my parents showed no emotion what so ever and didn't even say goodbye for when I left for deployment. They kept saying they will not support war criminals and murderers, so I left without my parents blessing, enroute to a war zone which was the most heartbreaking moment ever...knowing that the chances of me coming back were very slim and that could be the last time I could see them.

Before I left for deployment, my dad told me to remove him as my next of kin, so I had to put my sister as my next of kin who was more than happy to do so. This was one of many lows which I endured.

During the deployment, I used to write home to my family, to which my three sisters always wrote back and sent gifts etc which was very nice & relieving to see, however my parents never wrote back, and according to my sisters they refused to write back.

When I miraculously returned home, we had a homecoming parade to which there were hundreds of family and friends gathered to welcome us home. It was a beautiful moment until I found out that nobody from my family was in attendance. That moment was truly heart breaking to the point I had to fight so hard to keep back tears. I had random people who I've never seen or met before hugging me, with tears of joy welcoming me home which was a very nice and comforting feeling, but my very own ditched me...

I stayed after the parade for about 4/5 hours thinking they may be running late. I was sitting there all alone at the ground in uniform just after dark, where my Captain was going home with his wife and kids and spotted me. He asked me why I'm still here, and figured out what's going on since he somewhat knew my story about my parents. He hugged me and invited me over for dinner at his house, which eventually led to me breaking down into tears. I didn't go for dinner as I'm pretty sure it was a kind gesture, I don't wanna mess up his homecoming lol but the gesture itself melted my heart.

Eventually when I came home, my sisters were full of excitement to see me home, as was I, it was a massive relief. My parents on the other hand, barely showed any emotion once again, they were treating it as if I was coming home from the shops or something. But ah well, atleast I got to see them again which was all I wanted at the time. When I asked my sisters why they didn't come to the parade, they said my parents prevented them from coming...

The first thing my parents asked me after I entered my "home" was if I thought about where I'm going to stay...that was another blow I had to take. I just got home, and it was all good. They kept banging on about how they wont let a war criminal and murderer live under their roof.

My parents wont acknowledge me as their son, whenever someone asks them how many kids they have, they just say they have three daughters...

They wont let me come home to visit my sisters, so we just facetime all the time or organise an outing or something where we can spend time together which is tough.

This whole situation really messed with me mentally/emotionally to the point where peoeple were thinking that I was taking it tough to settle back after the tour. I have to explain to everyone my situation and the fact that the tour itself isn't the issue, it's the **** I had to deal with after coming home which has messed with my head.

I cannot begin to explain how retarded and absurd their arguements/comments are, to the point where I don't even respond or retalliate to their claims. They're very narrow minded and frankly, retarded. I know they're my parents, I still obviously respect them but what they've put me through is utterly wrong and unnecessary.

Do you think what my parents are doing is justified? Do I deserve to go through this?