Me and the war monster
Ok so here I am in Iraq and I have trouble remembering what peace feels like. I remember being a teenager sitting by the ocean watching the tide do its thing and hoping those moments would last forever. They don't though. It seems like one day I woke up with a gun in my hand and a weight on my soul that doesn't want to lift. oh well I have made some friends here that are iraqi and I worry about them. they are good people that have such a blurry future with iran shaking their asses and the UN unsure of what they want.....I know better but i sincerely hope that the US sits that one out. my Iraqi buddy told me the other day as he hung up his first ever cell phone that he was going to buy his first car he is 25 and he is so happy about it. He told me that years ago before the war that he never dreamed of owning a car and he never had even seen a cell phone....ok so here I am me and the war monster wondering if i can find good in the deeds of my recent past. If I will ever be able to justify the things that I have done over here. Maybe the monster isn't the war itself as much as the memories that stay with you......I will sleep again and I will hopefully see the ocean again. Ok I promise that I will try my best to stay away from these type of sad rantings but I thought you were entitled to see what my views concerning the present siruation are.
I hope you have a good day \