BLOG POST #32- War: Phase 1
My uncle was drafted into the military when he was only just a teenager. I have many friends who have horror stories about family members who were drafted then too. Some of my friends’ family members were permanently crippled from fighting on the front lines and seeing combat. One of my friends’ uncles is blind in one eye from seeing battle. It’s terrible to hear these stories. It scares me into worrying about a modern day draft as well.
Some stories I hear are a bit better. Epic hero stories in which relatives of my friends’ saved a village and thwarted the enemy. Nobody is injured seriously and the good guys save lives and leave as heroes. Yet even so, in the process of winning, these heroes lost friends in battle. It is here where I bring back my uncle who was drafted. I have no amazing stories to tell about him in the military. He was actually put on duty on a military base in the United States where he was responsible for technical duties and monitoring transmissions. He never saw battle or even was tasked with anything too important that saved lives. He had a pretty mundane existence in the military.
However, although my uncle was no hero, I am not ashamed. I can’t say I’m in the least bit upset either. I am glad and think he was incredibly lucky to have been assigned the tasks that he was. He never had to make life or death decisions. He never had to see any friends die or get injured. He never had to see anyone die. Not even the enemy. Those things scare people for life. My uncle was lucky to be able to serve his country within the safe confines of our borders.
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