To Mom

Dear Mom..

It's 3am here..  The air is dry and stifling.  I am wondering what you and dad are doing? Let's see it's 11pm there, guess you are watching the news.

I imagine you watch every time it comes on, don't do that mom, if something happens, they will let you know, bad news travels fast, that's what they say.

We went on patrol today,  we checked out the perimeter of town.   People were sitting around, children played in the dusty street.  Some of the guys handed candy to the children and let them touch their weapons.

Mom, I don't hand out candy, I don't speak to any of the people, I look in some of their eyes and I see hatred.  I don't understand this.  Why do they hate us, did they like living under a tyrant? 

The other day a kid, I know he couldn't have been more than thirteen, threw himself in front of our APC..  He had a back pack, it was loaded with explosives, fate was on our side, he hadn't wired it properly.  When we patrol, I keep my hand on my gun at all times.   I can't find it in my heart to feel pity or anything for them, I know you raised me better but, mom, they look for anyway they can to kill us.

When I joined the military, I thought I would be helping, I imagined people loving me, I thought we would come in eradicate the enemy but, it hasn't turned out that way at all.  Nothing is clear, every line is blurred.  I don't know anymore.. I just don't know..

Well, I'm going to try to sleep, I miss and love you all..


your son..


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