Something happened in my Creative Writing class. We wrote to the son of a teacher who's overseas in Iraq, and he paid a visit to us. He told us of all the trouble he had to endure. He even brought back part of a road side bomb (I counld't believe I held something that caused so much distruction). It was then I picture him actuallly over...there. I mean, to look at a normal, average guy, and picture him going through all that; losing friends and facing death...
I mean, for or against the war, you gotta respect these guys. They go over to risk their very lives and perhaps sanity. That may not sound like much at first to some of you, but actually think what that's like!
This guy's going back over there in a year, and he'll be in my prayers (along with other soldiers). I have a new policy: you go out into a battlefeild like that, you'll earn a respect from me that only commiting a immoral heinous act(s) can take it away.
I mean, for or against the war, you gotta respect these guys. They go over to risk their very lives and perhaps sanity. That may not sound like much at first to some of you, but actually think what that's like!
This guy's going back over there in a year, and he'll be in my prayers (along with other soldiers). I have a new policy: you go out into a battlefeild like that, you'll earn a respect from me that only commiting a immoral heinous act(s) can take it away.







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