just a thought...
You know what scares me?
We get Time magazine...and I don't really read much through it, 'cause I'm not much on war, and that's what's the big hype has been about for the past half a year or so. The photography always amazes me, though. All those soldiers out there, and dying civilians. And you never even know their names, they're just "An American soldier" or "An Iraqi woman", etc etc.
It scares me because in 2 years it'll seem a lot more real to me...whether I'm friends with the same people I am friends with now or not, whether I'm still with Dave or not, I still know that they are going to that...they're gonna join the military. Actually, almost all of my guy friends are once they get out of high school or college.
I like reading Time magazine. Well, when I actually read it I do. But will I be able to in a couple years? I'll be afraid to open up and look at the pictures. Who knows if one of the unnamed "American soldier"s will be someone I used to know? Garcia? Or Dave? It scares me. I don't know what those people do who do open the magazine up and see their brother-in-law or son or best friend from middle school.
I wonder who those soldiers are, really. My mind puts the faces of my best friends on their faces. Where will I be in a few years? Where will they be? Across the world? Alive?
We get Time magazine...and I don't really read much through it, 'cause I'm not much on war, and that's what's the big hype has been about for the past half a year or so. The photography always amazes me, though. All those soldiers out there, and dying civilians. And you never even know their names, they're just "An American soldier" or "An Iraqi woman", etc etc.
It scares me because in 2 years it'll seem a lot more real to me...whether I'm friends with the same people I am friends with now or not, whether I'm still with Dave or not, I still know that they are going to that...they're gonna join the military. Actually, almost all of my guy friends are once they get out of high school or college.
I like reading Time magazine. Well, when I actually read it I do. But will I be able to in a couple years? I'll be afraid to open up and look at the pictures. Who knows if one of the unnamed "American soldier"s will be someone I used to know? Garcia? Or Dave? It scares me. I don't know what those people do who do open the magazine up and see their brother-in-law or son or best friend from middle school.
I wonder who those soldiers are, really. My mind puts the faces of my best friends on their faces. Where will I be in a few years? Where will they be? Across the world? Alive?