Letters

No Truer Words

 

Pain, happiness, friendship, death. It smells of diesel and dead animals. Eating meals within arm’s length of corpses. Men you laughed with the day before. 

People wonder if leaders are born or made. All I know is you can see it in a man’s eyes. Problem is, leaders end up where they're needed most, and eventually, that’s war. 

If you do wear the uniform one day remember something; If you put it on, you don’t get to choose the war or what happens when you get there. 

There’s no right or wrong in combat. There’s only what you did. You do your best, and you try to live with it.