The Soldiers, My Friends

Convoys in our battalion have been attacked with IEDs three times over the last three days. I worry for the troops. They aren't just nameless military men or women. I've come to know them well. I've shaken their hands and have asked them about their home life, their hobbies and their families. They've confided in me their frustrations and fears. We've laughed together and have complained together. Their names and faces are etched in my memory forever and I worry for them constantly.