It must have been the circumstance that made you do it. At 18, searching for structure after retiring from high school athletic teams.
Maybe it was the family pressure to make something of life. I was never forced to choose between days of manual labor or a slim chance at heroism.
Whatever it was, it hurts me to think of how big a trick they pulled on you. Promised world travel and a job you actually wanted, only to find that you had been turned into a tool for mass destruction. While following orders in the name of freedom, your reality became a failure to adjust. I imagine that weighs on you more than gravity ever could.
I’m sorry for your service. I’m sorry that I’ll never understand. I’ll always keep your circumstance and your heroic intentions in mind. So, even when I protest war… I will always love the soldier.
— leest1 —