Soda's POV
Getting on that bus was hard enough, getting off of it was even harder. You never think that you would be one of the ones to get your letter, not until you actually get the thing and open it right in the middle of dinner.
You never think about those who went before you, or those who got killed away from home, away from their families. You never think about that unless you have either had an old man that's been over there, or if you've done it yourself.
When you get over there, you don't think about the things that you did at home. Who's seeing who, who's fighting who, who's got hauled in, who was there when said person got arrested. You think about your family, your friends, your home, your old job, the old things that you took for granted. Like your own bed, the feeling of safety, the feel of your brothers' arms when they give you a hug, your own cloths, taking a shower, eating the food you want to eat.
When you get there, you feel your knees go weak. Your stomach does a flip. And your hair on your arms stands up. The new sent of the land makes you hate, and appreciate this place. The people, who have nothing, make you think of what you really got at home.
When you actually go out and fight, you see awful horrible things. You see death, people near death, wounded, your friends screaming in pain. You have to kill those who you don't even know. People who are just fighting for the same reasons you are.
In war there is no good side, bad side, enemy. Just soldiers and people who get caught in the cross-fire. Unfortunately for me, I'm a soldier.
I was on the front line.
I was one of the lucky ones.
I was sent to 'Nam.
I was a solider.
I made this in honor of all those who have fought, and who are still fighting. I love you Mom, come home soon.