A Soldiers Secret: The Secrets They Keep

If you ask any soldier that has experienced the loss of a fellow

soldier, the pelleting rain of shrapnel or the onset of relentless

machine gun fire, they will tell you that all they really want is

peace, to be safe at home. A soldier knows what the risk and cost

are, but we all willingly fight for freedom for all.

A soldier takes an oath for our nation to go where ever they are

needed at any time; even though we do not choose or even agree

with the wars that we fight, we willingly go. Once your boots are

on the ground you fight for the soldier that is standing next to you,

the soldier that is suffering the same hardship that you are. Our

main objective is to do the job that we came to do and get everyone

back home alive.

Each day as the sun rose in Iraq we all faced mortality, as we

were attacked by mortars, rocket propelled grenades, suicide

bombers, and civilians that were used as weapons, especially the

children. Our company responded to each challenge with tenacity,

compassion, understanding and courage, even though most of the

people in Iraq wanted to kill us.

When I first arrived in Iraq, in all honesty, I had a one

dimensional view of the people, and then the unthinkable

happened. We were on guard duty, guarding the entrance of our

camp, when a little girl, not more than eight years old, walked

across the street. She was heading straight toward us with a

backpack on. I prayed, "Please don't let that backpack be an

explosive device." The closer she got to us the more she started to

change, in my mind she became my eight year old niece. All

though I knew better, I started to walk towards her when I felt a

hand on my shoulder, it was my commander George, he said, "You

can't go to her." I looked toward her, our eyes met for a brief

second and she was my niece, just as the backpack she was

carrying exploded. I made a promise to these kids right then and

there to protect them, at all cost. That's the day my personal hell

began.