I know why I’m here today. I know what I have to do. But how did I get here?
A kiss on the cheek as he leaves in the night. To fight in faraway places. To provide. A solemn dispatch in the mail. Mommy crying. A flag draped across his casket.
Dark devil eyes and a brightly colored skirt, catching the breeze; her hair down her back as she closes the blinds. A cry in the night. A tiny hand, clasping, wrapped tight around my finger.
An oath. To serve and protect. To provide.
And now here I stand. My own people against me. Gun wrapped tight around my finger.
And when the call comes, I will heed it. Just as my father did. To kill and oppress, and maybe to die. To provide.
Story: David Walker
Photo Credit: Unknown
Title Inspiration: Valient Thorr