This was posted at AdoptaPlatoon.
I found it worth posting again.
The first soldier I 'officially' adopted was from this organization. He was a medic then, in AF...in the Korengal Valley with the 503rd. I hope he came back... but I never did hear from him again. He sent me a picture of his new baby girl when he got to come home on leave.
You walk down the beach, staring at all the pretty girls.
He patrols the streets, searching for insurgents and terrorists.
You call your girlfriend and set a date for tonight.
He waits for the mail to see if there is a letter from home.
You hug and kiss your girlfriend, like you do everyday.
He holds his letter close and smells his love’s perfume.
You roll your eyes as a baby cries.
He gets a letter with pictures of his new child, and wonders if they’ll ever meet.
You criticize your government, and say that war never solves anything.
He sees the innocent tortured and killed by their own people and remembers why he is fighting.