I woke up this morning to the loud ringing of my phone. It was a text message from one of my amy buddies that I served in Iraq with. All day long I have been getting these messages and passing them along as well. Often I tell people that its not a big deal, and that its just a job, but the truth is that I am proud. I am proud of my service and I am proud to have fought along side so many good men, some who are no longer here with us. Some of the best times and some of the worst times in my life were in Iraq. Its amazing how bullets and bombs can bring a group of guys closer than anyone could ever Imagine. Many people forget that this is way more than a job for us...it becomes us. Most of my friends were never the same when we got back, and most of us have never adjusted completely. We were changed and would never be the same. Some people say that it is like prison, you become institutionalized. Many of us have gone back over and over again, because home just doesn't feel like home any more. Its funny how some people can only feel at peace in the middle of a war. Please don't forget about the people in your lives who give so much of thier own lives for you. Let them know how you feel. Even if they don't show it, I promise....It means the world.
R.I.P. DANNY UNGER, MAY 25, 2004 YOU WERE OUR HERO THAT DAY.
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