When I was a child, I used to be amazed when I watched the movies of the Lone Ranger,Tarzan and Flash Gordon. Everyone of these heroes was my heroes was my hero. None of them ever lost to the enemy. At the end of the film, their wounds were healed before the blood had dried on their flesh.
When Uncle Sam needed me, I was drafted into the army and sent to war overseas. I was sent to war along with many of my friends. We had all gone through army basic and advanced infantry training together in the United States. We had shared many laughs, many good times and many bad times together.
One day, however, we were sent to the front of the action. Under every foot of earth, there was a mine or a booby trap. Our orders were to search and destroy the enemy post if found. We discovered …show more content…
Like the Lone Ranger's wound, Garcia's wound should be healing now, but it did not. It happened in the movies, why did it not happen now?
Garcia died while I was holding him, a hero? Now, the sound of that bullet comes back to me whenever I see a movie that has shooting or shows the blood pouring from the hero's body. In my mind, I can still feel Garcia's warm blood gushing over my hands.
Childhood allows us to see the world we live in as a perfect place. When I was a child, I used to be so amazed from my heroes, they were tough and didn't accept defeat easily. Sitting in front of the television every time a weapon was fired I remember the excitement and adrenaline rush through my body. However, tragic events in life show us that nothing is perfect Garcia's death has scared me forever. The word military or anything that has to with it brings back a vivid scene in my mind of Garcia falling to the ground in his own puddle of blood waiting for a hero to come save him. Its now that I realize heroes are formed in many different ways.Garcia was a hero himself for his
When Uncle Sam needed me, I was drafted into the army and sent to war overseas. I was sent to war along with many of my friends. We had all gone through army basic and advanced infantry training together in the United States. We had shared many laughs, many good times and many bad times together.
One day, however, we were sent to the front of the action. Under every foot of earth, there was a mine or a booby trap. Our orders were to search and destroy the enemy post if found. We discovered …show more content…
Like the Lone Ranger's wound, Garcia's wound should be healing now, but it did not. It happened in the movies, why did it not happen now?
Garcia died while I was holding him, a hero? Now, the sound of that bullet comes back to me whenever I see a movie that has shooting or shows the blood pouring from the hero's body. In my mind, I can still feel Garcia's warm blood gushing over my hands.
Childhood allows us to see the world we live in as a perfect place. When I was a child, I used to be so amazed from my heroes, they were tough and didn't accept defeat easily. Sitting in front of the television every time a weapon was fired I remember the excitement and adrenaline rush through my body. However, tragic events in life show us that nothing is perfect Garcia's death has scared me forever. The word military or anything that has to with it brings back a vivid scene in my mind of Garcia falling to the ground in his own puddle of blood waiting for a hero to come save him. Its now that I realize heroes are formed in many different ways.Garcia was a hero himself for his