Zach-man

I just spent the last 7 minutes talking to a young man who is waiting in line to get on a bus, to take him to a plane, that is headed for Baghdad. He loves to swim, and he's headed for the desert. He's a lacksidaisical slacker like me, but he is taking on a mission for which half the people he is working for are ungrateful. He didn't have to sign up, but he felt like he needed to. For those who may say that we support this war only because we don't have to fight it, they are wrong. He is my closest cousin, and he is scared. Not right now, right now he's anxious. He's had his bags packed for a week, and has just been waiting. Now he's just ready to get it over with, and I pray all goes well, and he does come home soon. I don't want this war to end until all missions have been completed, and both countries are liberated and established. This cannot be done in a matter of weeks. It was twelve years between our Declaration of Indepence and our Constitution. That part only took them two or three years. We only had one easy to identify enemy, not thousands of disguised unidentifiable psychos, who find pleasure in death, and believe that the more they take with them the better. I don't love war, but I know that it is a necessary evil.
If any of this didn't make sense, I apologize. I am crying my eyes out, knowing that I may have just had the last conversation with one of my best friends. Please pray for Zach, his mom's name is Paula, dad's name is Richard, and his brother is Joe. Remember them all, because they need more prayer than I.