Jack
Sinking into the dull green striped chair shoved near the back corner radio, I sat listening to the brilliant teacher, preaching to the class beliefs of love and peace.
Sinking into the dull green striped chair shoved near the back corner radio, I sat listening to the brilliant teacher, preaching to the class beliefs of love and peace.
Standing on the steps of the church where they'd just gotten married, my grandparents first heard that Pearl Harbor had been bombed and realized that they would soon be separated.
When packing for Iraq in June, I hid notes in his winter clothes, so he'd know I still loved him.
The first day I wore my military uniform, a man came up to me, grasped my forearm, smiled at me and said with tears in his eyes "Thank you."
You made your sister an only child after the "Half of My Heart is in Iraq" sticker on your truck became untrue.
Tomorrow I'll celebrate my mother's anniversary while my long lost uncle, her brother, gets deployed to Afghanistan.
Instead of him they sent back a folded flag, and when I was alone I tore it to pieces.
When they handed me a medal for saving a man in Afghanistan, all I could think about was how I wasn't able to save the other two.
President Bush killed my father, a soldier whose burned remains are now a part of the Iraqi desert landscape, and I, longing to fit in by supporting something I did not understand, was stupid enough to vote for him the previous year.