Jordan Auerbach
I had always dreamed of being a soldier. At about the age of five, I got my first toy set. I envisioned myself fighting against the enemy. I would take my toy rifle and throw on my helmet. I would make forts and crawl under pillow tunnels. Being a soldier was the only thing that was on my mind. I would watch Army football games every Saturday and my dad and I went to the Army vs. Navy game every year. I always wanted to suit up the pads for the cadets.
What was more important though was fighting for my country and for what I believe in. We’ve always gone to war for a reason. Or at least I’ve thought so. I have a photo of Washington crossing Delaware next to my bed in the barracks. Lincoln just speaks to me. The North and the South. The Union and the Confederacy. Lincoln understood everything that was at stake, he risked it all. Then everything just ended with a bang.
World War II. Way too many men fell. However, they fell for world peace. They were unable to comprehend the impact that they made. Yet when they came back, no one understood their pain. Now we move to Vietnam. That’s the war that I always wanted to be apart of. How I wish I could be in the trenches fighting against the Vietcong. Those were real men. They may have been sent there wrongly but boy did they fight. The ones who burned their draft cards though were pussies. Now there’s nothing to fight for. All we do now is just go to bases and assist third world countries. There’s nothing to truly fight for anymore. I wish there was a real enemy.