SILENT HILL HOME COMING
s hot here. Sweltering. I can barely breathe. But I guess that
s the point. War is hell,right?Why am I writing this? Some of the guys said it would be good for me to communicate with the outside world. Keeps up your morale and improves mental health. Sir, yes, sir.Besides, what else am I gonna do with my free time? Write home?Unfortunately, I can
t tell you where I am.
And I can’t tell you what I’
m doing here either. All I can tell you is my name, PFC Alex Shepherd. And all you need to know is
m a million miles from home in the middle of the nowhere, with thousands of people trying to kill me every day.So how did I get here? Well, I guess I should probably explain.
Went on patrol today. That
s pretty much what we do every day.
d give you the details but a) I
’d get court
b) it’s not that interesting. It’
s mostly driving around,keeping your eyes open, looking for bad guys. Most of the time, nothing happens. If something do
ll let you know.I said I
d tell you how I got here. I guess there are a lot of reasons. They
re pretty much
the same as everybody else’
s. Small town, not many choices. Military dad, military son.I
ll get to him later. Don
t have energy right now.But I guess the main reason I joined up was, I wanted to make a difference, do some good. I know it sounds cheesy, but who knows? Maybe I
ll learn something about myself.I
m not trying to be a bad ass or a hero or anything; I just want to do something that matters.
Today it was so hot I thought my skin was gonna melt right off my body. Our tents have A/C but the cool air never stays in. Still, when you go inside any of the mobile CPs,you stay there as long as you can whether you have any business there or not. It feels good.