I live a life where danger haunts me. People were often trying to kill me or kill those I loved. They had been successful in killing my brother and I’d been injured myself, though nothing life threatening. But listening to Parker and his description of each day on the battlefield, where the enemy’s sole purpose was to kill you, made for a scary vision. Bullets flying at you from all directions. Missiles and bombs falling from the sky from fighter jets or unmanned drones, with little or no warning. Mines and IUD’s hidden in the dirt, and sand—a danger to the foot soldier or the vehicles they travelled in. Teetering on the edge of death nearly every minute of the day.
A soldier’s existence was a hairy one. A life I wasn’t sure I could live. It took another type of bravery, one you’d reach deep down to achieve, to step out and face that challenge. One could see where it could leave a man feeling broken and unwanted. No man left behind was a motto you often heard. In reality, many had been left behind with little or nothing of value to cling to.
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