My father retired from the army a few months ago. It was a long process that over time caused my family to rethink the way our lives would soon change. I am sixteen years old and I remember a moment in my preschool where I got to show a picture of my dad to the entire class. I was telling them what my dad was doing. I don’t remember being sad. I remember being proud. He was at the time over in a war zone in Iraq. At the age of four, I didn't realize that my dad could not come back. My sister who was two years old somehow did. She would cry herself to sleep. My mom later told me she did too some nights. One wrong move and I wouldn't have had a dad. He would just be none exist just like that. Who thinks of that? However, knowing that scares me. …show more content…
I should have been proud, but not because my dad was doing something my friend's dads weren’t. I should have been proud he was putting his life on the line for America. My country, his country that he believed in so much that he would give his life to protect it. I realized that now people have had loved ones who go over there now and don’t come back. I pray for those families and I pray that the wars stop one day. That one day we are at peace and deaths will not have to be given to winning a