So a soldier form my home town (small town USA) came home last week. In a box. This kid was 20 years old.
It's been on my mind about every moment since.
I don't give two shits if you approve of the war or not, fact is we're there.
Before this happened, I had been contemplating going back in the military. I can't sit here and let these young kids die.
I feel like I need to go so they don't have to. This kid could have had a wife, kids, a life. Instead he's dead.