READ THE FIRST PART BELOW (i will work on it until i finish it hopefully :3) _________________________________________________________ I noticed the humble emptiness below the kneecaps upon his ruffled khaki jeans. I looked closer, observantly, and astonishingly eyeing metal rods. Suddenly surprised, I gasped. Here's his story. He was fighting for the U.S Army, in Afghanistan. Hiding in a red-dirt trench, shots were fired from his black AK-47. He then heard someone yell "Grenade!!!" but he was too late. Seconds later, everything went black. In a doctor's tent, he was being operated on. His legs, were...gone. And he had suffered brain injury. He had to get metal legs if he was to survive. Luckily he did. His head injury causes him to stutter, and he can't read well, but he can understand the same as anyone else. "I'm a-a wounded w-warrior..." He glanced towards me. I was shocked, however, very thankful. "Thank you, so much, for your service sir." He nodded, smiling. I shook his hand, trembling as I thought about what had happened. And get this, he was only 38! We were talking for hours. And who could blame us? I was curious, and got some answers. And of course there was some emotional events, but, that would happen no doubt. He told things, of war, of how it changes your life, to be in a daily situation of life or death experiences, and having to risk it all. You see things from a different perspective. Life becomes precious, to yourself, and those around you. He has said, that, from the 9 years he had been fighting, he had seen gruesome effects on what war could do to you. His injuries were only crumbs of what could happen if it goes too poorly for you. I was listening contently, and excitedly, yet a little sad at times, for it is war, and that's not a usual happy subject. But, I was, and still am, glad he was serving. Now, I would like to tell you a bit about me. My name is Jonah Tucker. This is sort of ironic, but I also want to join the army. I've been in training for 2 months now, and my time to start making a difference, is in fact, now. My instructor told me that I was ready. ~5 months later~ He was right. War does have an effect on people. I was fighting in our country. It was near the coast, for enemies had come from sea to us and now are attacking. I was behind a wall, my breathing shallow, for there was smoke everywhere. Shattered glass, dead bodies, broken houses, everything, in ruins.
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