As with all journeys, there is a first step. For me that first step was recognizing that there is an entire world out there, and I was simply a small piece in it. For me, realizing that the world could be a cold, dark and lonely place was disheartening, yet also realizing that within this world there was good, purity, and wonder was foretelling; it gave me my calling. Mayhaps that calling was naive, yet I answered it nonetheless, and for 17 years and 2 days now. I have (like Quixote), tilted with the forces of darkness, yet please do not think me mad, just at times foolishly idealistic despite my own darker side and even despite knowing better. I just chose to believe in something beyond myself.
I truly believe if we have nothing worth fighting to the death for, then life is the bitterest fruit, and for me I can not live in a world where I have no reason to hold onto what sweetness life can offer. As part of our human condition, we have grown far too fond of strife, and war. Yet, despite ourselves we find something oddly comforting in our little wars. We find a reason to go on.
I am home now, thus this blog, in it's current form is at long last finished. There may be a link that pops up here in the following weeks pointing to another blog. I am not certain if I will, yet I will keep the thought open. As for me and my war, I am simply a soldier who survived, did his time, and is now home. The torch has been passed to the 506th IN "Curahee!!!". Sadly, to those about to die, I salute you. May God (however you perceive him) watch over you with a ready sword.