What if things had turned out a different way? That day, in the sandstorm; Had I been in a different place? Or had things gone worst? What if it had been me instead? Had my wife recieved that ill phone call; the soldier in dress uniform and the chaplain had gone to knock at her door. Would she cry... Sign in to see full entry.
Friday, April 8, 2005
Saturday, November 13, 2004
I cannot recall the last time in which I enjoyed a fresh meal neither do the men next to me reminding us that this war is real. What do I fight for? For what reasons are we being slaughtered? Will I be the man I was before? Or will my legacy cease somewhere out here. I wonder if someone else thinks... Sign in to see full entry.