A young man sits at home at night in a small town near Baghdad. Bombs explode around him and the sound of distant gun fire has become normal. He continually cleans his AK47 because of the new times that have fallen. His older brother an army veteran of 4 years maintains his pistol from the Hussain regime.
This night was different. Peaceful. The two brothers laughed and joked of old times over chai tea and fish. Things were good tonight. There was a happiness that hasn't been shown in some time. It would be the same as you, or I were to be laughing and joking over a few beers, with literally no cares in the world.
And then a strange tapping, or pounding echos from the front door. The window beside the door shakes as the fist strikes wood. The young man and his brother sat quietly and eyed their weapons lying against the far wall.
"Open the door you mother fuckers" Is heard between knocks at the door.
The young man races over and grabs his AK. Loaded. His brother walks over to the door and replies, "No go away we don't want any trouble".
The door busts open and the two men could see the terror they were facing. Four men dressed in ski-masks and AKs stood before them. His brother let off a few shots that missed, but the young man, brave as he is, fired fifteen rounds that hit square into their targets. Injuring one man in the knee. Seeing what they were up against the intruders took to aiding their fallen camrade and fled.
The young men shut the door and took to caring to their family. Ensuring their saftey, and that they were not injured during this frey.
The young brave man slept on his roof guarding his family until he earned enough money to move his family up to Kurdistan in northern Iraq. To this day, the only thing left are burned memories and a trail of dried blood leading away from the house as warnings to the next who try and intrude.
An interpreter friend of mine says he will do whatever it takes to help his country, Iraq, become peaceful. He is not Muslim, he is not christian, he has no believes accept the one for his country. He has no fear of death, especially if it means dieing for what he believes in. To me he is the hero.
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Hey Burke,
You give a guy a watch out of the kindness of your heart, and he never gets back to you. I see how I rate. Who is the whining bitch now! Sgt White that is who! I hope you are doing well. I will try to get an e-mail to your address that you actually check.
Later,
Whitey
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