i send my SOS to the world- this is my message in a bottle. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- J.
It's so real I can touch it, press my arms around it, the fear that rises up the collar of my shirts and springs random tears on Wenesday afternoons. What if it's you? What if you go into the thick of the danger that marks my generation, into sand dunes and hot nights, into rainstorms of bullets and angry faces? And the quiet question that no one dares asks: What if you never come back? I try not to think of such things, because they are the things that nobody talks about. They are the things we refuse to believe and refuse to see. You are the little boy that I had a crush on in the 6th grade, in a 49ers jersey and bowl cut. You are the little boy who grew up into a man who I am so proud to be friends with now. You are the man who tells jokes that reverberate in the room, unassuming and yet create echoes of laughter that make the center of whatever get together we happen to be at. You inspire loyalty from your amazing friends. You are the man who joined the reserves right after high school, the first to transition from high school talk to the actual reality. You are the man who is leading his unit into Iraq in a little more than a month and a half. And while others are there; aquaintances, relatives, even the first and only man I've ever known in the biblical sense... this is different. 7:31 p.m. - Wednesday, Nov. 24, 2004 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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