The Soldier

I'm seated next to a young man on the plane; he's about 20 years old. His tan, broad shoulders were spread out against the seat and he looked extremely relieved to be resting. I noticed a dark green cap hanging on the side of his backpack. He turned and smiled at me, "Long flight ahead of us, huh."

"Yeah," I nodded. "Return flight?" He took out his cap and I realized it was an army cap. "I have to head back for the army. I decided to re-enlist!" I wasn't sure what to think. Of course, it was an honor to be able to serve your country, but he was definitely putting his own life in danger and who knows what would happen? I may be the last person he ever gets to sit next to on a plane. Dramatic, I know, but anything could happen. In a moment, anything could change. It takes a second for a life to start and a second for a life to end. The only word I could get out of my mouth was, "Why?" He laughed and leaned back in his seat. "You're asking me why? Well, why not?"

"Imagine if you lived a life without trying anything new. Without attempting to do anything you hadn't even known about before. Imagine if the whole world was like that. We wouldn't have electricity, we wouldn't have planes, we probably wouldn't even have food. Sure, we would be used to it, it would be a 'normal' thing, but could you currently imagine life without it?"

I listened to his words, and they all made sense. I couldn't imagine living differently from how I did now, and that's all that mattered. 

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