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A Soldiers Life
A Soldiers Life
This was written for my english class. I have re-written it here as a tribute to the soldier and as an insight to their lives. Although it could be more thorough I have not seen the hell that my brothers and sisters in arms have experienced.
Casualties of War
I have been trained to kill those who are enemies of the United States: trained to kill those who we are at war with or that try to kill me when we are trying to keep the peace. My job was to learn and teach the most efficient and effective way to deal with the enemy. We were trained to complete the mission with minimal loss of life on our side and complete defeat of the other side. In other words my job was to bring about the defeat of another human being, whether it was death or just the destruction of their means to fight. Yet I am the ultimate in irony. I am trained to kill those that are trying to kill me. Then once the battle is over, render first aid for the wounds that I inflicted. To care for my enemy once he has been defeated and is no longer a threat to me or my brothers in arms: trained to make sure he has food, water, and clothing, and also to ensure his health and well-being.
Now that I am home, it is my buddies that are the ones who kill and wound the enemy, then treat the wounds that they inflicted. It is my buddies that have to deal with roadside bombs and clearing towns house to house, room to room. I know one guy who was stabbed in the shoulder, when he entered a room while clearing an insurgent’s hideout. Another guy was shot in the leg as he crouched behind a tank. And numerous other buddies of mine who have been wounded in firefights through out Iraq and Afghanistan. Yet after every battle, they take care of the wounded enemy, as well as our own wounded.
It is the compassion of the US fighting man that creates a paradox in times of war and conflict; it is he that cares for this nation’s prisoners of war and ensures they have the very rights that they deny our soldiers, who become prisoners of war. Is it so we don’t become them, so that we can see ourselves as more humanitarian than our enemies, our adversaries? We like to believe this because it eases our minds and makes us feel better about what we do. What madness is it that causes someone to want to harm another? Could it be argued as a case of self-defense on either side? I guess it all depends on your point of view as to who is right and who is wrong.
Sometimes the initial reasons for going to war are false or based on flawed information. Methods they use to win may be questionable, but the result is almost always for the best. (Not a hundred percent of the time, but at least ninety-eight percent.) Although we have left things worse at times, we do make a concentrated effort to improve the things that need improving. We try to rebuild those things that we destroyed in the first place, to help and restore back to normal, the lives that were affected by the chaos and destruction.
As long as there are people in this world, there will be conflict of some kind, somewhere. The most that we can hope for is a reduction in the amount of civilians wounded or killed during these conflicts. No country is perfect. Let’s hope that we as a country do the right thing, more often then we do the wrong thing. Let’s hope that we strive for perfection, as a country, in worldly matters. Let’s hope that the next conflict or war will be the last.