The Ultimate Sacrifice (Part 1)

Well, I decided to write some of that story after all. Gives me something to do when I get sick of studying for exams, and I usually hate writing, but this story seems like a movie to me, so I don't mind it. Anyway, please comment and let me know what you think. You do not have to be signed up for this to comment, if you read it, just let me know. Thanks. By the way, I don't know how long it'll go, but hopefully I will finish it. And I can guarantee you it won't be too long, I'm not a writer... Anyway, here is the first part.

"Mike, are you all right? What happened?" A man was standing right next to me, yet I could not make out who he was. Everything was pretty much a blur to me at that moment, for I had just woken up. "Where am I?" I still wasn't sure who this man was, but from the way he spoke to me, I trusted in him and believed every word he said. "Don't worry, you are safe now. Just tell me what happened...."

".... all right."

I can remember that moment as if it were yesterday. At first, my parents did not agree with the idea. My mother thought it would be much too dangerous, and while my father would not come out and say it, I knew he was worried. "I am going to join the army," I told them. "What?!" My mother was stunned. "I have to. I just feel like I need to defend my country from these people. I have been thinking about it for a while, and I will get paid, and send the money back home. I just feel like I need to do this."

"Mike, I hope this isn't about money," my father piped in. "We don't need the money right now." "Dad, please don't worry about me," I replied. "I'll be all right." I knew my father was just saying that because he was worried. He knew as well as I knew that it wasn’t at all about the money. At that time, there wasn't much my parents could do. I was 18 years old, and ready to be on my own. As I thought about actually joining the military, I became frightened. But, I felt I had to do it. Those bastards attacked our country and killed thousands of innocent people. What else could I do to help? I figured that this was the best way. This country had given my family and I many opportunities, and I was extremely grateful. I wanted to give back to my country, and like the thousands and thousands of other people that feel the same way, I decided to join the military. At first, it was surreal, and seemed like a dream, until the day that I left. Because I knew what would happen. I was going to boot camp to train to become a soldier, and soon after, I was going to war.