Means of an End
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When I went to Iraq, I knew there was a chance I would never come home. A very good chance.
I knew I had to go. I’m no patriot, no crusader. It might have been for the money, sure, but not for fame or glory. For me, it was tradition, following after my ancestors, while trying to prove my father wrong.
Even make him proud.
I did what I had to, knowing the risks - the danger - and doing what I had to do to survive. Not that my life is worth that much.
Maybe that was the reason I went.
I knew I had to go. I’m no patriot, no crusader. It might have been for the money, sure, but not for fame or glory. For me, it was tradition, following after my ancestors, while trying to prove my father wrong.
Even make him proud.
I did what I had to, knowing the risks - the danger - and doing what I had to do to survive. Not that my life is worth that much.
Maybe that was the reason I went.