Letter to a Battle BuddyA Story by Mr. Deft DictionThere is a contest on this site about this very thing. The letter is fictional, but the feeling is real. I have a few buddies that either have served in Iraq, or are there now.March 18th:
I'm writing to you from the safe and clean confines of my own home. I didn't say that to make you feel bad; just to let you know that I fully recognize what you risk everyday, in order for me to do this, every night. There's still confusion back here in the States, as to a withdrawal plan. Are we wrong for wanting you all to come back home? Are we wrong for not really caring about what will happen to those countries once you all are safe on American soil? Some will, and are saying, yes. Our current regime is now in cahoots with the newest top-dog of the "Grand Old Party" and it seems that history may repeat itself. It's been one-hundred and some years since the last one-hundred years war. Who wouldn't want that, right? I must keep my humor about me. I miss my brothers and sisters-in-arms.
Contrary to what the political schema of our great American society would say, we do support our troops. Having trained for the battle lines personally, I know that nobody really wants to go to war. However, like flipping burgers may be in your job description at your local fast food vendor, going to war is something that is the job description as well, if it should ever come to that. When we stand in that room at the Military Entrance Processing Station and raise our hand to defend this great land of ours, we know that a time like this may come, though we pray it never does. One of the biggest travesties about this whole situation, is that you all are not here to see the coverage of the war thru the various media outlets. Some people are definitely being swayed into believing that the risk of a few thousands will save millions tomorrow. Karma comes back strong, so the powers-that-be will be the ones to answer, ultimately. Keep doing what needs to be done to come back home.
Your son and your brother miss you. He's (your son) always got that picture of you holding your M-16 with one hand, while flexing with the other. When he grows up, he says, he wants to be a hero, just like his daddy. I just tell him that a hero's work is never done and that his father is truly one of the bravest men he will ever know. I just want him to always believe in a hero; to always have that look in his eyes that he has when he sees pictures of you atop tanks.
Keep doing what needs to be done, so you all can come back home safe. We miss you all.
With love for my people, Peoples © 2008 Mr. Deft DictionFeatured Review
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