Journal #27- Far away

It would be an honor to serve miles away from home defending my country.  I probably would not enjoy it very much, but it would be necessary.  In a time of war, if our country were to call on its citizens to take up arms, I would not be one to volunteer for service.  I love my country, but being in the military is not how I could best serve this nation.  Hypothetically if I was far away from home fighting in a war I would be scared.  Waking up every day and knowing that it might be my last is not a great thought.  Besides the fear of the unknown, living conditions would probably not be very nice.  There is a good chance that I would constantly be on the move, so permanent structures would not be where I sleep.  The food would be the worst part though.  I would not get the home cooked meals I do at home, no chocolate chip cookies, and definitely no ice cream.  Fighting for my country in a time of war would mean sacrificing my safety, my way of life, and possibly my life.  I would be willing to do it if I had to, but it would not be an easy choice to make.  The lack of family support would also be a hard part of being far from home.  I would not have anyone to rely on except my fellow soldiers.  It would get pretty lonely without family support.  Life would never be the same if I survived such a time.  The brutal training that I would first have to endure, and then the bloodshed that I would see with my own eyes would leave me a different person.  I cannot even imagine what life would be like living and fighting away from home for my country.  My motivation that would keep me ffocused would be that I was fighting for everyone back home.