Coming home
Freedom, that is what they are fighting for abroad... but what happened at home when they were gone? Twilight Zone!
Lt. John Locke, United States Marines, Force Recon, decorated. He finally got his release letter and was being sent home after 12 years of active duty in the Dessert of Iraq. He saluted his major and took his papers. He was going home to his wife and child! He could not wait to see them... he had been hardened by the dessert... seen some very nasty things... things of war and destruction. War is hell! These people can now vote! And Saddam has been hung... the just end for a despot! These people can now vote for thier own destiny and take thier country wherever they want to! I see the children laugh again here... when they can finally vote this country will be a great one...:) The children here, they are the ones who we have fought for, the freedom they deserve... they have kept us sane through all the fighting... I have seen things, hidious things...
I sit in here in the officers club awaiting my chopper to get my butt on my way home and order another drink... I have seen children with thier arms and legs blown off... yet they smile when they see us... my bud Enrique... I raise my bottle to the air... never forget you bud...:)
We were getting assaulted and took up a defensive position... we found cover in a school... there were some kids in this classroom... screaming and crying as bullets rung in the air and explosions could be heard outside... we told them to get down... I was freaked... one child was screaming at the top of his lungs... he had caught a stray bullet in the leg and was in agony... a bleeding profusely... he was panicked... Enrique handed me his weapon as I checked to look out the window... he tended to the kid's wounds to stop the bleeding.
I could see the enemy running into the building across the street... at least 15 of them. Enrique had stopped the kid's wound from bleeding... I could tell he was flaming mad as he got his weapon back from me...
"The kids in this room... they are who I am fighting for... what makes sense out of why I am here at all!"
I reassured him, "We fight for what is right bro... and freedom is always the right reason to fight."
Enrique said something so odd then, "I am not here for anything else but them!"
I glanced outside just in time... I could hear the 'thunk' as a grenade was launched into our direction... I could see it coming as in slow motion...
"OH SH#$!"... it came through the window to the north... Enrique didn't think twice as the grenade bounced in... he dived on it. In 2 seconds I saw my partner, my buddy all through boot camp, my best friend... blown in half as the grenade went off! It happened so fast... There was nothing we could do to help him. The wounds were far too serious... Enrique had saved all our lives that moment... R.I.P. Bro as I drink the last of my beer and raise it once again in his honor... The chopper should be here soon... I can not wait to get home and away from this hell here and see my loving wife and my own child... I pull the last picture I had got from her of her and the kid waving at the camera and look at it... I can't wait to get home and hug the daylights out of them, I miss them dearly. Home...:)
I sit in here in the officers club awaiting my chopper to get my butt on my way home and order another drink... I have seen children with thier arms and legs blown off... yet they smile when they see us... my bud Enrique... I raise my bottle to the air... never forget you bud...:)
We were getting assaulted and took up a defensive position... we found cover in a school... there were some kids in this classroom... screaming and crying as bullets rung in the air and explosions could be heard outside... we told them to get down... I was freaked... one child was screaming at the top of his lungs... he had caught a stray bullet in the leg and was in agony... a bleeding profusely... he was panicked... Enrique handed me his weapon as I checked to look out the window... he tended to the kid's wounds to stop the bleeding.
I could see the enemy running into the building across the street... at least 15 of them. Enrique had stopped the kid's wound from bleeding... I could tell he was flaming mad as he got his weapon back from me...
"The kids in this room... they are who I am fighting for... what makes sense out of why I am here at all!"
I reassured him, "We fight for what is right bro... and freedom is always the right reason to fight."
Enrique said something so odd then, "I am not here for anything else but them!"
I glanced outside just in time... I could hear the 'thunk' as a grenade was launched into our direction... I could see it coming as in slow motion...
"OH SH#$!"... it came through the window to the north... Enrique didn't think twice as the grenade bounced in... he dived on it. In 2 seconds I saw my partner, my buddy all through boot camp, my best friend... blown in half as the grenade went off! It happened so fast... There was nothing we could do to help him. The wounds were far too serious... Enrique had saved all our lives that moment... R.I.P. Bro as I drink the last of my beer and raise it once again in his honor... The chopper should be here soon... I can not wait to get home and away from this hell here and see my loving wife and my own child... I pull the last picture I had got from her of her and the kid waving at the camera and look at it... I can't wait to get home and hug the daylights out of them, I miss them dearly. Home...:)
2 Comments
Home is a good idea. Even though, sometimes, you're two miles away, or two hundred. Home is the best place on Earth, and only because it's filled with people who love you for who you are, and not why you try to pretend you are.
Yes it is...:)