As I sit here, thinking about soldiers, I'm safely secure inside my home, watching T.V, and dressed comfortably. If I want to eat, I just get up and walk to the kitchen and choose from a variety of options; hot, cold, healthy, junky. I have many liberties.
Yet, thousands of miles away, across an ocean, in countries dominated my terrorism and different forms of government, sit Americans, with orders that we can only imagine. At the same time, we can only imagine what they are going through. Roadside bombs, not knowing if that really is an innocent child, bullets whizzing by; some of the few things that go on. We forget about psychological impacts. PTSD does exist, and in the case of our soldiers, ignorance is not bliss.
Soldiers are fighting the frontlines of our freedom. WE CAN NOT FORGET THEM! Soldiers die everyday FOR US and I think it's time we do something FOR THEM.
To all the soldiers, to my friends who serve, to all who serve, from the bottom of my heart, thank you. Keep your head low and your spirits high.
What About Me?
- MissK505
- I'm a writer. End of story. Actually, the beginning, but close enough. I discovered my talent around the age of 12 though I did not fully put it to the test until my sophmore year of high school. It was an English teacher who recognized my talents and help me push to be better. I took a poetry class in college that opened my eyes up to the world of poetry. I learned many forms, as well as exercised them. August 13, 2007: a day that has changed me forever. You see, I lost my best friend that day; 14 years gone and all I'm left with is memories. With that being said, my writing went MIA for three years, and now, it's SO much different then what it used to be. Take it or leave it; you need my words in your life.
