I do not regret having fought, though I regret some of the decisions made during the times I fought. Certainly the deserts of Afghanistan and Iraq were a challenge that sometimes I wish I did not have to go through, but like Moses wandering the desert for forty years my calling I knew was to fight so that others might have freedom.
I leanred to lean on the Lord more and more during those times in the desert, and after I lost my legs in a road side bomb! I had to lean on the Lord more going through using the prosthetics and realizing that my military career was over. I could only focus on what was ahead, and not what was back. I had a home to go to, and a beautiful little girl who missed her Mommy. Leaving Devon and Shanice at home was the hardest thing, I think it was even harder than loosing my legs!
I am not going to lie and say I dont have trouble, that war plays in my head like a horror movie. I knew the images and the memories would always be tehre, the innocent lives lost on both sides. It just did not seem fair, but nothing about war really is fair. It is just something we have to do.
War may not be fair, but unfortunately it was necessary. After 9'11 we learned just how invincible we were not, and that made us wake up. We had to do something, not only for ourselves, but to get all those men and women free from the Taliban Regime. It was not easy of course, no one in their right mind would think War was easy, but as it is often said Freedom isn't free, and during the times of war, we are wandering a desert, feeling alone and scared, even when we are surrounded by people. Our thoughts haunt us, and the memories of the things we were forced to do play through our head in Kaliedscope images.
To Be Continued