Shane Cantu
A Story by kirsten
Just something that needed to be said
Shane
Cantu… I don’t know you. Maybe the more appropriate term is that I didn’t know
you. But I know that you were special. I know this because every flag I have
passed in the past 3 days is only raised half way. I know this because of the
sadness I feel from the people who did know you, and the shivers I get when I see
your picture on a screen as I pass it. I’m sad, almost heartbroken because of
your death. Some will say that your death was so infamous because you died while
protecting our country… and I didn’t know you, but I know that that’s a down
grade. That you will be remembered, and forever loved because of the person
that you were. There is a candle light service going on for you right now, in
the football field that you used to play in every Friday night. I bet it’s
beautiful, I wish I was there. I don’t know if it would be comforting, or sad,
it’s probably both. The hundreds of candles lit will be a reminder of how many
people loved you. People will be there that didn’t even know who you were,
people like me who wished they knew you, but never got the chance. I saw you
one time, in Applebee’s, you were saying good bye to your family because you
were getting ready to leave, to serve our country. You died from a bomb… a
stupid bomb that happened to hit your base. People will say that you died
serving our country, and technically you did. But I think the saddest thing of
your death is that it seems so pointless… you were just a young man... standing
in the wrong place at the wrong time, you weren’t fighting. You just happened
to be where that bomb hit. And that’s the tragedy in this. I didn’t know you,
Shane Cantu, but I wish I did.
© 2012 kirsten
Author's Note
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Please pray for Shane's family and keep him in your thoughts.
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Author
kirstenPerry, MI
About
Hello, I'm Kirsten and I am 17 years old. When i write it's to let my feelings out, because writing is really the only way I know how to do so. So my stories and poems and journals are basically a map.. more..
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