There is more than one way to die here...without getting shot.
i am absolutely furious with my mom...
once again she has to try to ruin everything
i may have a chance to go to basic training this summer, and she doesn't want to let me go. i know there is some of my friends who would agree with her, but stop being selfish for a moment and actually consider my movtives. you all have tunnel vision...it's time to look at the bigger picture. its my turn now...i'm going to talk, you listen! i wrote an entry similar a long time ago, so this will be a sister entry...its basically the paper i wrote to Mr. McMahon, with the exception of two sentences...
"If all goes well, perhaps next Tuesday I am going to enlist in the Army National Guard. I've put a lot of thought into it, and I no longer have any doubts. The Guard will pay for me to learn carpentry, but after that's all squared away, I'm going to go on active duty on a tour in Iraq. My motive for going to war is love, believe it or not. Love for my family, my friends, and everything that our flag stands for. This is my war because I'm part of this world. It might as well be the people who are willing to go to be the ones to fight. When I talk to my friends and family, the first thing that pops out of their mouths is that I am going to get myself killed. They're missing the bigger picture. The way I see it, the fighting needs to be done, so I'll do it; there is always a chance of getting hurt or killed, but then I think if I die, maybe it's so one of my friends doesn't have to. How could I say no to that? This is no longer just another career path, it's something I absolutely have to do. My mom was upset with this last night, and I tried to explain: for the first 18 years of my life, it's her job to protect me, but from 18 on, it's my job to protect everyone else. That's who I am. War is a horrible thing, but everyone must understand that freedom is not free. The cost is high. This is something my comrades and I understand. It is our calling."
i know someone who, when i first met her, she said she could never die for anyone. not even her own family. it is not within my capability to understand that.
all of you who don't understand need to open your eyes.
once again she has to try to ruin everything
i may have a chance to go to basic training this summer, and she doesn't want to let me go. i know there is some of my friends who would agree with her, but stop being selfish for a moment and actually consider my movtives. you all have tunnel vision...it's time to look at the bigger picture. its my turn now...i'm going to talk, you listen! i wrote an entry similar a long time ago, so this will be a sister entry...its basically the paper i wrote to Mr. McMahon, with the exception of two sentences...
"If all goes well, perhaps next Tuesday I am going to enlist in the Army National Guard. I've put a lot of thought into it, and I no longer have any doubts. The Guard will pay for me to learn carpentry, but after that's all squared away, I'm going to go on active duty on a tour in Iraq. My motive for going to war is love, believe it or not. Love for my family, my friends, and everything that our flag stands for. This is my war because I'm part of this world. It might as well be the people who are willing to go to be the ones to fight. When I talk to my friends and family, the first thing that pops out of their mouths is that I am going to get myself killed. They're missing the bigger picture. The way I see it, the fighting needs to be done, so I'll do it; there is always a chance of getting hurt or killed, but then I think if I die, maybe it's so one of my friends doesn't have to. How could I say no to that? This is no longer just another career path, it's something I absolutely have to do. My mom was upset with this last night, and I tried to explain: for the first 18 years of my life, it's her job to protect me, but from 18 on, it's my job to protect everyone else. That's who I am. War is a horrible thing, but everyone must understand that freedom is not free. The cost is high. This is something my comrades and I understand. It is our calling."
i know someone who, when i first met her, she said she could never die for anyone. not even her own family. it is not within my capability to understand that.
all of you who don't understand need to open your eyes.