Casey! (casey_loves_you) wrote,

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All I need is you next to me

So I haven't posted in a while. Not a whole to say I guess. Freshmen year is over and it was amazing. It was better than I ever could have hoped for. Plus I got back from Disney World which of course was fabulous. I got a job without having to look for it, I will be working at a pediatric dentist, we'll see how that goes. And tomorrow, but I guess technically today, is my 19th birthday. Life is pretty good for me.

A few months ago I "adopted" a soldier in Iraq. I write letters and e-mails and send him packages. His name is Sean and I don't really know a whole lot about him except that he's a Cubs fan, and I'm pretty sure he's like 40. It always makes my day when I hear from him and I really enjoy sending him stuff. Anyways, I checked my e-mail yesterday when I got home and I had one from him. I got really excited, but when I read it I got really sad. He apologized for not staying in touch the past few weeks because he'd been really busy. The 3 soldiers that went missing belong to the unit he is working with. He and thousands of others were searching for them. The day after he sent me the e-mail one of them was found dead. He went on to ask me to keep them and their families in my prayers and thanked me for all the support. "I know I have told you before, but I wanted to tell you again, thank you for supporting the men and women of the United States Armed Forces. It amazes me the amount of support, regardless of your personal opinion of the war. It is more appreciated than perhaps you understand." He thanked me. What did do I do? He's out there risking his life and he thanks me. It should be the other way around times a billion. Who am I to deserve thanks? I write a few letters and e-mails, I go shopping for snacks and magazines, I stand in line at the post office, and I keep the troops in my prayers.

I had been in Disney World when all this happened. I looked up online about the missing soldiers and all I could think about is how hard they work over there everyday and how many sacrifices they continously make. Even though I don't know Sean personally, it makes me feel much more connected to all those soldiers now. It's just really made me think the past day or two. What made me so lucky? I have the best family and friends anyone could ever ask for. I've never had any serious problems with my life. Why am I here in my air conditioning, home from Florida, and he's over there thanking me? I don't know. It's weird. And I don't know how much I like it.
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