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When I retirement from the military in 2003 I see the world on the civilian side of the house. I have been out of the military for over eight years now. Living in the civilian world is a big change for me. In today?s world I have learn that a lot of folks don?t realized what is happening around the world or they don?t care about it.
I work downtown Nashville, Tennessee. On a daily basic I meet a lot of people in a day. Everyone I have met, never mention about the war that our boy?s and girls in military face everyday. I wonder if they even care or they are not willing to open their eyes. Once or twice in a week someone does ask me how I feel about the war. Sometimes I feel like talking about it, but sometimes I just tell them it bad and I walk away from them. It is not I don?t care to open my eyes. I read the paper and watch the news to hear update?s about the war also I read the emails from my formal unit friends. I am a combat veteran; I care a lot about our boy?s and girls in military. I understand what they are feeling being over there.
One day at work, I met this woman. She was looking at paper in the lobby, while waiting for someone. I noticed when she turns to the part about the war in Iraq. She took the paper and threw it away. She looks at smile, and then she asks me what I feel about the war. I went on to tell her that I believe that the people over here in America don?t want to open their eyes to the war. Our young boy?s and girls are putting their life?s everyday on the line and making life and death decisions. I went on to tell her about the piece of email from my friend I read. There was this young soldier in his twenty?s over in Iraq. He was a driver of a tank. One day he and his tank crew were taking a break. While he was taking a break inside his tank, he notices children playing outside the tank. From out of nowhere a man threw a grenade inside the tank. The young soldier could have tossed the grenade out of the tank, but he chose not to kill the innocent kids. He took the grenade with his hand and put it into a box inside the tank and held onto it. When the grenade blew up it injured him really bad, he died later on that day. When I said this, the lady, she was very silent and didn?t say anything to me in response. I think she finally had a taste of reality of what our young men and women are living everyday over there.
I work downtown Nashville, Tennessee. On a daily basic I meet a lot of people in a day. Everyone I have met, never mention about the war that our boy?s and girls in military face everyday. I wonder if they even care or they are not willing to open their eyes. Once or twice in a week someone does ask me how I feel about the war. Sometimes I feel like talking about it, but sometimes I just tell them it bad and I walk away from them. It is not I don?t care to open my eyes. I read the paper and watch the news to hear update?s about the war also I read the emails from my formal unit friends. I am a combat veteran; I care a lot about our boy?s and girls in military. I understand what they are feeling being over there.
One day at work, I met this woman. She was looking at paper in the lobby, while waiting for someone. I noticed when she turns to the part about the war in Iraq. She took the paper and threw it away. She looks at smile, and then she asks me what I feel about the war. I went on to tell her that I believe that the people over here in America don?t want to open their eyes to the war. Our young boy?s and girls are putting their life?s everyday on the line and making life and death decisions. I went on to tell her about the piece of email from my friend I read. There was this young soldier in his twenty?s over in Iraq. He was a driver of a tank. One day he and his tank crew were taking a break. While he was taking a break inside his tank, he notices children playing outside the tank. From out of nowhere a man threw a grenade inside the tank. The young soldier could have tossed the grenade out of the tank, but he chose not to kill the innocent kids. He took the grenade with his hand and put it into a box inside the tank and held onto it. When the grenade blew up it injured him really bad, he died later on that day. When I said this, the lady, she was very silent and didn?t say anything to me in response. I think she finally had a taste of reality of what our young men and women are living everyday over there.




















