- Location
- Florida, USA
I thought tonight I would share why I want to be a soldier and why I made that choice. It truthfully starts when I was around 8 and I lived next to a military base in a place called Jacksonville, Florida. My mother married a man who was in the navy and stationed at the base. Now my idea of the military at the time was men in a desert and my family not wanting to completely expose me to the worlds problems got me to believe that the soldiers were tuskan sandraiders and now that I think back on that its pretty racist. But anyway my stepfather at the time had decided to take me with him during the nightshifts he was a plane mechanic. I remember sitting in the hangar with all the planes and thinking they were magnificent machines and to say they fascinated me at the least is an understatement. There was a hallway somewhere in the hangar on the side with a big wall of pictures and drawings and I remember looking and seeing a picture of a girl from my school and her father but I had spent the night at her home before and her father had never been there and later on I learned he died in Afghanistan. Fast forward a few months and I remember sitting in the hangar and watching a C-130 land and boxes with flags draped over them being unloaded and asked what they were and was promptly told the fallen. I didn't really understand the magnitude of their deaths at the moment and but I had decided at that momment I wanted to be a soldier to stop more people coming back as the fallen. Now I have more sophisticated views such as pride, honor and duty to compel me to join but the original purpose still stands of wanting to stop more soldiers returning as the fallen.
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