Two entries for Veteran's Day. #1
Today is Veteran's Day.
I heard about you leaving some time back - before you left - but this is the first that I've looked at your page. I read your post, and I think that on some level, I understand your reasons and motivations.
I support you doing what is best for you. I feel like ever since I took off to Norway and came back, we never really knew each other in the same way. There were reasons and causes I think, and in the end, it's just how it turned out. I think that's ok.
Secretly, to myself, I have wondered a lot about if I ever would, or could enlist. I don't know if I can, or if I ever will. I've never run in military boots, so I can't imagine what I'm really thanking your for. But thank you for going. Thank you so much.
There was an article on the front of the Sunday paper today. It was about a boy from Klamath Falls, named Bryan. He went to Iraq twice. While he was home in between, he sat with his mom on the porch of their house about going back. And both of them knew that after he left, he would not be coming back home again alive. Both of them had to live with that then, and now two years later, she will know that moment in the front of her memory for the rest of her life.
I dream about being in Iraq. In my mind, I have always thought of war as a place that I would not anticipate on coming back from. For me, it always signaled the end of this life, and even if I survived, I think that could be true on some level. I had a dream last night that I was there, and that I had enlisted so that someone else's son didn't have to go.
So, even if I have lost touch, and even if I couldn't do what you are doing, I am thankful. I miss you. And I need you to come back in the end.
I heard about you leaving some time back - before you left - but this is the first that I've looked at your page. I read your post, and I think that on some level, I understand your reasons and motivations.
I support you doing what is best for you. I feel like ever since I took off to Norway and came back, we never really knew each other in the same way. There were reasons and causes I think, and in the end, it's just how it turned out. I think that's ok.
Secretly, to myself, I have wondered a lot about if I ever would, or could enlist. I don't know if I can, or if I ever will. I've never run in military boots, so I can't imagine what I'm really thanking your for. But thank you for going. Thank you so much.
There was an article on the front of the Sunday paper today. It was about a boy from Klamath Falls, named Bryan. He went to Iraq twice. While he was home in between, he sat with his mom on the porch of their house about going back. And both of them knew that after he left, he would not be coming back home again alive. Both of them had to live with that then, and now two years later, she will know that moment in the front of her memory for the rest of her life.
I dream about being in Iraq. In my mind, I have always thought of war as a place that I would not anticipate on coming back from. For me, it always signaled the end of this life, and even if I survived, I think that could be true on some level. I had a dream last night that I was there, and that I had enlisted so that someone else's son didn't have to go.
So, even if I have lost touch, and even if I couldn't do what you are doing, I am thankful. I miss you. And I need you to come back in the end.