A soldier in another place,
With a look of sadness on his face.
He learns to walk in other lands,
And shoot the gun that is in his hands.
He leads a life of solitude and mistrust,
Because of a far away land dry as dust.
He has seen things that others have not,
He has been to war he has earned his shot.
A shot at freedom away from it all,
Not down the street or up the hall.
But far away in the mountains of peace,
He finds some time to settle his lease.
A contract of duty and hope and pride,
Has elapsed over the years like a cold hard tide.
The waves of the years will pound away,
And wear down the soldier who will not sway.
He will always stand tall and loud and glad,
For he has been made great, he is ironclad.
A hero to many, a man just to some,
Always beating that stone cold drum.
In the future still shrouded in mystery,
He looks back at that sad real history.
He looks in disbelief at the memories he held,
Of the lives that were lost, and the tears that swelled.
He hopes to become dear Jesus what you desire,
As he slowly climbs higher and higher.
Up into the wild blue yonder,
He looks and prays and slowly ponders.
And until dear Lord at Heaven’s gate,
A prayerful thought in a melodious state.
A powerful gate gleaming in the sun,
A gateway to hope when war is done.
Where were you on September 11th, 2001? I still remember that day crystal clear in the back of my mind. The events of which I play over and over as I progress through my military life. I did not find out until the afternoon what had happened because my teachers felt that our parents should inform us of the incident. I was walking out to my car in my 11 year old shoes and went up to my moms door where she had the window rolled down. She was sobbing and listening to the radio. She explained to me what happened and then got out of the car to give me a hug…I started to cry as well.
10 years have elapsed since that dreadful day so many seasons ago. I still cry when I think of it and I have a hard time writing about this right now. I have fought for the families of the people that were lost in those terrorist attacks and I have helped kill taliban who would like nothing better then to do it all over again.
You do not kill Americans and get away with it, you do not fly planes into our buildings and destroy thousands of innocence without repercussions. We will hunt you down and we will destroy everyone of your evil souls. How many times do we read about terrorists attacks in Europe, whether it is a car bomb or what not and just shrug it off? It probably has to do with the fact that it never happens to us in America. We all lived safe normal lives…until that dreadful morning…they can attack us and kill us at home and they will. Do not forget about those people that died that day and do not forget about the soldiers that are still dying in Afghanistan because of that day.
“We will not tire, we will not falter, and we will not fail… I will not forget this wound to our country, or those who inflicted it. I will not yield – I will not rest – I will not relent in waging this struggle for the freedom and security of the American people.” -President George W. Bush
As the last few weeks of deployment draw near, I find myself contemplating this reality I face. The reality of coming home to America as someone who has seen combat, seen death, and lived to tell the tale. I wonder how the vets from the World Wars and Vietnam felt coming home because God knows they have seen more than me. However in this day in age the battles we fight are as dangerous as it gets. I wonder if I will be “different” when I talk to my friends who have been at college while I have been away. I wonder if I will be different when I talk to my family about the things I have seen, the places I have been.
In reality, I will be, but will I let that affect me? Nope, I can not at this early stage in my life let the problems I have seen in the last year destroy everything I believe in. Take what you learn and transform it into something you can teach. We are all teachers in our own little way, whether it is teaching a subject in a classroom or showing new privates what it means to be a real soldier.
Im excited to go home, it is nice to actually be able to sit back and be able to say just a couple more weeks till I’m home. Being able to daydream about all the fun things I will do at home, all the good company, and good food. It really is a blessing to have made it through a year in a combat zone unscathed by the destruction of war. I must say that I will always miss the two men from my platoon that we lost in October. Rest in peace Kenneth Mcaninch and Diego Solorozano. You two were leaders that I will never forget.
To my readers I hope to continue this blog when I get back to Fort Campbell but it will probably be more sporadic unless a lot of things come up for me to write about. Never stop smiling and always remember when life is hard it can always get worse so just drive on through with your head held high.