Brothers

Brothers
E Plurubus Unum, Rex Montis

Sunday, March 16, 2014

The Room

I was out driving the other day, thinking about nothing in particular...the wheat fields were just black dirt covered in snow, looking like so much cookies 'n' crème for a mile in all directions.

Out of the blue I had a random thought that jerked me back almost 8 years to a hot day in Iraq.

(I have remove said story previously published for personal reasons)

With Fallujah falling back into the hands of terrorists I have been asked a couple times if our time in Iraq was worth it.

I pondered this.
We did a LOT of good over there that the media didn't care much about. We helped build a hospital. We built a water purification plant on lake Taqqadum. We instituted a school where girls could be educated (first in the area). That says a lot for an Infantry unit. That's not typically the type of mission we do.

There are certain stories I choose to never share. Too many questions, too many stares, too much judgment.

 I hear that time heals all wounds; I don't think it does. There will always be burdens I and my fellow soldiers carry. However, I find that the more I share, the more people are able to help me carry that burden, and it is much less of a weight.

Yes...freedom comes at a price. Yes...it was worth it