It all began 17 years ago, where shots were fired, people were killed, and families were ruined. I was making my way to my destination, to where it was a duty of mine to fight for our country and earn our freedom. There were hot days and cold nights, long hours of training and short hours of sleep. It was then where I began wearing my boots. It was exactly a month after my 18th birthday that I earned these boots and officially began my journey of fighting for the next six years. On my first day of fighting for our freedom, I finally came to the realization of everything that I would soon be seeing. Though this was just the beginning of my journey, I began to see more deaths than any should, with many more to come. As this war went on, every …show more content…
There was a drunk driver who swerved into the wrong lane, launching my wife’s vehicle over a ditch and into a tree. I pulled over and ran as fast as I could to the totaled vehicle, knowing who it was. As I was running, I was on the phone with 911 stating what happened and where they need to come. I first checked the backseat and pulled Grayson out of the vehicle and carried him as I got my wife, Eliana, out of the vehicle, realizing that I got to her too late. As the ambulance got there, they quickly got Eliana into one to see if they could get her back to life. Their ambulance left a few minutes before the one that Grayson and I was in. I was holding Grayson in the hospital room, when his heart made its final beats. When he passed, he was wearing boots resembling mine and a shirt that said “daddy’s little soldier”. I soon checked Eliana’s room, but they could not save …show more content…
I was not able to attend my own father’s funeral, because I was multiple states away, still fighting for our freedom. I felt terrible that I could not make it, as he was the man you influenced me to come to war. He inspired me to fight for our country, just as he did when he turned 18. I am going through everything that he had gone through; watching death on a daily basis, no sleep or a short amount, training on long, hot days, everything. But the thought of making my dad proud was a feeling I would have forever. Him and I had identical boots, identical uniforms, and a clear resemblance of one another; I will always have him and his spirit with me, even when I am this far