I keep thinking and finding myself wondering about something. I was a soldier from the time was a boy, because when I first donned my uniform I was just a kid. I grew up quickly afterward, but I was when I first put on my soldier suit. It became part of me and has defined me forever within myself and those who know me.
Today, I say good-bye to someone I love as he returns again to another tour. For our family this makes 3 tours in the war on terror, and one of us disabled.
People ask me was it worth it, and would you do it again? I reply without a second thought that yes it was and no matter what some would have people believe that it was the right thing. It was easy to put myself in harms way, but as I watch family and friends depart I wonder at the cost.
I know what I go through each day, and I know that I can consider myself one of the lucky ones vs. the alternatives. I wish I could protect them all from that, and just hope they all come home safe.
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