I can post it up on my blog if any is interested - I wrote it for a school newspaper when I was 12. My father cried as he told it to me, and it was scary as hell..........but as he told me things thereafter that point - (usually when he was drinking) - I became much more aware of all that really went on - his friends who were killed he had to carry...he was almost killed himself (bullets wizzing past his head).....omg...its a scary thought. If he was killed, me, my brother, or sister, wouldn't have had the chance - THE HONOR - to experience LIFE. My grandmother even gave him a St Christopher's medal (his mom) to protect him - and it worked.

M.