October 3, 2007
Shane Berube American Lit. 9/18/07
War Photo We are waiting fearsley and ready to attack when we have to. Our troops have done as much as possible to look fearse, so the other side is timid. Our huge guns would seem scary as you would think. But no I don't want them who there killer is so I cover my face with a black scarf. The Humm v even has teeth on the front grill like it wants to rip you apart. I came in the war for peace and to get a good understanding of why we truly are in this war. Everyday of sitting I just get angrier and want to get what's mine. The war is going slow and it is so hot I have to hydrate on my salvia although it is not easy with the desert storm. Yet I'm still sitting and ready to fight for our country.
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Bell (anonymous) says...
Finally after three straight days of walking, the solider gets a moment to sit down and relax. Like fellow solders, he cant get the thought of his family out of his mind, but the thing that really makes him want to go home is all the fallen solders that were once his friends. Pulling off his graffiti green helmet to wash his muddy face he's trying not to be shaken in by the loud artillery that was going of beside him. Then picking up his helmet to cross off another month in war; a war he thought would never end: pointless. If only he could be wounded in battle then he could go home and tell his little brother not to enroll in this mess, a tear falls down his cheek, falling on his combat boots. Hearing the sergeant's call to head out, he puts on his helmet and picks up his backpack and gun, trying to convince himself to be a man and fight or maybe even die for his country.
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