Today has been a long day, but I’m having trouble sleeping. That seems to be happening a lot, lately. The breeze is nice and cool and there is finally a little peace and quiet for me to write.
I’ve always been a soldier at heart, but I never actually thought I would go off and be an actual part of a war. You grow up knowing about wars that are a part of history, or happening thousands of miles away, not in our backyard. They are all stories or dreams in our heads. It never hits home, it can’t. It just can’t.
But then they took our heart, our pride. It became personal. They attacked the very soul of our country and suddenly war was unavoidable. Something had to be done, because it couldn’t happen again. It wouldn’t happen again. When I think about what they did to us on that beautiful morning… I had been messing around with the guys at breakfast at the Fort when we heard the news. In an instant, our lives had been turned inside out and upside down. We knew the inevitable was coming. Some of the guys even started packing the next day. But it’s what we want to do. We wouldn’t be here if we didn’t know how important this is. If our country and our loved ones didn’t mean anything, we wouldn’t have even joined the army in the very first place.
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