Day Eight

Eight Days! It took eight days of hard work, determination, and fatigue to change my opinion of the army and its goals. Before my recruitment I had believed that all soldiers were ruthless and mean people with a heart of steel and a menace to the society. I had now become part of these cruel killing machines. I once thought that the rest of the world outside our village was filled with evil, danger, pain, and constant fear, but now I have escaped that stage and have begun thinking that the war and everything about it is not about me or you, but it is about us as a country. I have begun to feel that being part of this army is actually an honor. I feel that although soldiers act and work like bandits, by stealing money and people away from their homes, they are in fact reliable and trust worthy. We were molded into killing machines not for hatred but for the far important reason of saving the country. Soldiers like me do not kill only the enemy but anyone who does not serve his or her country wholly and properly. A good soldier is one who is willing to put his life out of the way so that he can serve his country and make it a better place. The one and most important accomplishment of a soldier is to be able to handle continuous bloodshed and service to the country. That is what being a soldier is all about and I realize that now.