Think about this, I don’t know your name and I have no idea what you look like but I’ve volunteered to give my life to protect you. There are thousands of men and women who care about you whether you realize it or not. Don’t think so small.
Here I sit 2 months later. Heading into the unknown once again. These last 9 weeks were filled with struggle and frustration but out of them came a level maturity I know for sure I would’ve never known had I not chosen this route in life. The old me isn’t completely dead so I’m sure my friends won’t be too upset when I finally get to see them again, but the new respectful, courteous, and strong me will surely have them feeling that much has changed. I’ve done things most men will never get the chance to do ever in their life. I’ve pushed myself beyond my limits, beyond the pain, beyond the fear, and beyond the doubt. All the while growing close to my brothers in arms. It’s sad to leave this place I now call home knowing I may never see most of my flight again but I know if ever I were to run into any of these men again that I’d treat them as if they were family.
Up until I recently I’ve always felt like a teenager. When I turned 19 I was still making the same stupid mistakes that I made when I was 15. Now I’m 20 and I can honestly call myself a man. Maybe it’s the little bit of chest hair that grew, all the sweat that’s been pouring out of me, or the blood I’ve spilled. Whatever the case, I’ve grown. I still have some more growing to do though, that’ll never change. As I sit on this bus speeding down some highway in Texas I can’t help but wonder what lays ahead of me. Truthfully, I have absolutely no idea. I do know that whatever challenge approaches I will be ready to fight and I will win.