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“No, what I’m saying is I don’t know. I don’t know why we were even there. Why did fifteen months caused such a hell, for them and us? Why did so many of ours die while the politicians, the media, and fools sell us such a blind lie about a War on Terrorism? Don’t you stay up at night dreading to go to sleep like I do, Sarge, huh?” I asked Shane.
    He throws his head back. “So is this what it’s all about? Over the years you developed a problem with authority?” Shane asks in a mellow voice.  
    “No!” I yell out in anger. I drop my head slightly, turn on the faucet and splash cold water into my face attempting to calm down. “I have a problem with the process of breaking down a person’s individuality and rebuilding them into an order taking automatons, that lay down their lives for a county in a far away land across the oceans where no one ever knew their freaking names at all, for a country that could care less.”
    Shane turns and walks towards the door and stops and turns his head. “Thomas, you realize you’re not the only person with a mind or opinion, right?”
    Silence consumes the room. I realize I struck a chord in his comrade. No, more than that, a close friend. “Shane, I’m sorry. I’m just confused. We did all that we could to survive fifteen months of that hell hole.” I stand up straight and walk towards the door and lean back against the wall beside my friend. “Sarge, what do you believe we accomplished honestly?”
    Shane looks at me with a mean mug and gets in my face. “Soldier, are you questioning the militant strategic minds that organize missions delegated out for the benefit and upholding of this great country?”
    I couldn’t believe it, he was actually mad. “No, Sergeant!” I answer reluctantly.
    “Specialist Thomas, do you mean to tell me that being a member of the 1st Cavalry Division 1ACB isn’t enough for you?”
    “No, Sergeant.” I answered him again, still reluctant.
    “Are you denying the right and privilege of Living the Legend and being the first to fight?”
    “No, Sergeant!”
    “Do you remember the first day you stepped foot in my Echo company motor pool?”
    I couldn’t believe he continued to drill me. “Yes, Sergeant!”
    “Do you remember the three specific topics I explained will not be discussed amongst soldiers?” Sergeant Shan continues his interrogative-like questioning.
    “Yes, Sergeant! We are not allowed to speak of spouses, races, and personal beliefs, Sergeant.”
    “And why don’t we speak about personal beliefs amongst comrades?”
    “Because personal beliefs may give or receive an unwanted idea or opinion resulting in dispute causing separation in a unit’s teamwork, Sergeant!”
    Shane asks in a cold stern voice, “Soldier, do you still want to head down that path?”
    I pause for a long moment. I had to be honest with him like I am with myself. “Yes, Sergeant!” The interrogator ceases and stares into my eyes. I guess to see how adamant I was. He walks to the fridge that was next to me. He looks in both the upper half of the freezer and lower half of the refrigerator. He resumes the previous mellow tone that’s shared between friends. “Damn, Thomas, you ain’t got a bottle of Corona to save your life.” Back bent down with his head inside my fridge I look at him. This country fed blue eyed blonde crew cut asshole. He knows I hate when he pulls rank on me just to piss me off. Come to think of it, that’s the only time he ever does it. I can count on my hand the few times I ever stood at parade rest for this man.
    “Asshole, I thought you were serious,” I said to him in relief. At this point I still can’t see his head from this angle due to this slightly pudgy Texan scavenging through my refrigerator. Yet, I still can see the rest of his body go up and down rapidly. I can tell he’s trying to hold in a laugh. “Sergeant, are you gyrating next to my gallon of two percent milk?” I ask him.
    He bursts into