End
Soreness comes over me as I open my eyes. An almost sleepless night has made my eyes uncomfortable. I can feel my heart beating swiftly. My mind is playing tricks on me. I have too many emotions inside. My chest is like a balloon blown to the bursting point. I usually don’t feel like this, but this is the day I go to war. Today, even leaving my room seems to be troublesome. Will I be back? Will I survive? As I stepped out of my room I notice a note:
Bro,
I couldn’t be any happier then to have a brother like you. You don’t realize how much you mean to me. Watching you prepare for this day has been a dream of mine that has come true. You are an absolute pleasure to watch. You are one of the greatest soldiers I have seen in a long time and knowing that, it makes me want to cry. I will never quite have as much guts as you have, but one thing is for sure, you are a grade A soldier material. So fight your heart out! You don’t know this but I have the worst butterflies in my stomach when I watch your train. I know that I can’t be there to help you when the big day comes but I trust you will dominate. I think I am more worried then you are. Kick some ass and take no prisoners. Aim for the head!
Love your,
Bro
My nerves subside for the time being. I get a great feeling of ecstasy and tenderness in my heart. As I come down the stairs, I come across the great aroma of breakfast. I just can’t eat this morning. If I did it would just come up later. So I stick with water the rest of the morning. Time to pack but what hell would I need for this upcoming expedition? Who really understands what they will need to fight. The only thing that comes to mind is my armor. I need to be protected. So I grab my cross and hold it close to my body. Only God has the finial say.
Caught up in thought, time flies by and it is time for me to leave. I grab my equipment, to get ready for the trip. It is heavy; I have my clothes, weapons and my armor. Knowing that I am carrying everything to help me survive and stay injury free is worrying. I knew that the hardest part about the day was going to be leaving. It is not as hard on my father because he has been in my shoes before. A hug and a few words of wisdom are the only things that my father gives. But my mother has never been in this kind of situation. Tears run down her face. A long hug and a kiss then I have to leave.
After arriving at the meeting point, I see many families say goodbye to their kids. I ask my parents to stay home. I felt that it would be easier on me. Many of us are leaving girlfriends and kids behind, for the hope that we will see them when we get back. When everyone is on the bus, we were finally ready to leave. There are many waves from the parents back on the street. As we slowly drive away the bus gets quieter and quieter. Many try to sleep and some use music to help make the time go by. Nerves are running through everyone’s bodies. We should not be like this, we have done nothing but prepare for this day. I have no life, this is my life. We talk about all of the good and bad days leading up to this day.
After a grueling trip we are there. When we reach our destination, we are all quiet. We march off one by one. No sight of the enemy anywhere. We all stroll over to the building we will be bunking up in. Even more time passes and we sit, only to make us go crazier with anticipation. We can feel the adrenaline building up in the room. We start to put on our armor and prepare our weapons. We sent the first crew out to inspect the terrain and scout for the enemy. No luck, even more of the soldiers put on their armor and get ready.
The time has finally come. We leave the building in a column of four and a row of twenty-five. This is the first time we see our enemy. But no shots are fired yet. For a brief moment we walk side by side. Looking into the eyes of an enemy is cold and can bring worries to the heart. But I will fight on, none will stop me. We line up on opposite sides off the battlefield. It is a cold night; we can see the breath of everyone on the field. But we are still hot, sweat comes down are bodies. Our officers walk out to the middle of the field to comfort the enemy. When they come back it is time for war. Just like the civil war, people gather with their food and sit and watch the mayhem. “Let put the women and children to bed and go hunting boys.” We send our first group out to fight and to risk their life’s to make their people proud. “Cover right, their trying to flank left, wake up men, get your fucking heads on straight.” In one split second the first shot is fired. “Set, Hike,” then all hell breaks loose.
Bro,
I couldn’t be any happier then to have a brother like you. You don’t realize how much you mean to me. Watching you prepare for this day has been a dream of mine that has come true. You are an absolute pleasure to watch. You are one of the greatest soldiers I have seen in a long time and knowing that, it makes me want to cry. I will never quite have as much guts as you have, but one thing is for sure, you are a grade A soldier material. So fight your heart out! You don’t know this but I have the worst butterflies in my stomach when I watch your train. I know that I can’t be there to help you when the big day comes but I trust you will dominate. I think I am more worried then you are. Kick some ass and take no prisoners. Aim for the head!
Love your,
Bro
My nerves subside for the time being. I get a great feeling of ecstasy and tenderness in my heart. As I come down the stairs, I come across the great aroma of breakfast. I just can’t eat this morning. If I did it would just come up later. So I stick with water the rest of the morning. Time to pack but what hell would I need for this upcoming expedition? Who really understands what they will need to fight. The only thing that comes to mind is my armor. I need to be protected. So I grab my cross and hold it close to my body. Only God has the finial say.
Caught up in thought, time flies by and it is time for me to leave. I grab my equipment, to get ready for the trip. It is heavy; I have my clothes, weapons and my armor. Knowing that I am carrying everything to help me survive and stay injury free is worrying. I knew that the hardest part about the day was going to be leaving. It is not as hard on my father because he has been in my shoes before. A hug and a few words of wisdom are the only things that my father gives. But my mother has never been in this kind of situation. Tears run down her face. A long hug and a kiss then I have to leave.
After arriving at the meeting point, I see many families say goodbye to their kids. I ask my parents to stay home. I felt that it would be easier on me. Many of us are leaving girlfriends and kids behind, for the hope that we will see them when we get back. When everyone is on the bus, we were finally ready to leave. There are many waves from the parents back on the street. As we slowly drive away the bus gets quieter and quieter. Many try to sleep and some use music to help make the time go by. Nerves are running through everyone’s bodies. We should not be like this, we have done nothing but prepare for this day. I have no life, this is my life. We talk about all of the good and bad days leading up to this day.
After a grueling trip we are there. When we reach our destination, we are all quiet. We march off one by one. No sight of the enemy anywhere. We all stroll over to the building we will be bunking up in. Even more time passes and we sit, only to make us go crazier with anticipation. We can feel the adrenaline building up in the room. We start to put on our armor and prepare our weapons. We sent the first crew out to inspect the terrain and scout for the enemy. No luck, even more of the soldiers put on their armor and get ready.
The time has finally come. We leave the building in a column of four and a row of twenty-five. This is the first time we see our enemy. But no shots are fired yet. For a brief moment we walk side by side. Looking into the eyes of an enemy is cold and can bring worries to the heart. But I will fight on, none will stop me. We line up on opposite sides off the battlefield. It is a cold night; we can see the breath of everyone on the field. But we are still hot, sweat comes down are bodies. Our officers walk out to the middle of the field to comfort the enemy. When they come back it is time for war. Just like the civil war, people gather with their food and sit and watch the mayhem. “Let put the women and children to bed and go hunting boys.” We send our first group out to fight and to risk their life’s to make their people proud. “Cover right, their trying to flank left, wake up men, get your fucking heads on straight.” In one split second the first shot is fired. “Set, Hike,” then all hell breaks loose.