I had drill this weekend for the military. Usually, at least this past year of being home, I dislike going to this training weekends. One weekend a month — nothing happens. It sucks…
But this weekend was different. I absolutely love being completely exhausted after these training weekends. I’m in the infantry and love kicking in doors and shooting stuff all day. It’s fun and gets the adrenaline pumping. This weekend we didn’t kick in doors but we worked hard and shot a lot. Good times.
But I came to a strange realization though…
I want to go back to Afghanistan…? Not sure why this came up but it did. While I was overseas, I met a lot of Afghans and definitely had an impact on them, attempting to spread some sort of Christian love as appropriately as possible. Making a difference on the other side of the world was a huge thing for me.
In the next year or two, I’m slated to go back overseas again so mentally I’m already prepared for it considering I’ve done it once before. But there is something exhilarating about the danger of combat patrols. Yeah it sucks a lot but I had a great time overseas. Meeting those people and providing them with safety from Taliban forces meant something.
Who knows if this is just a phase but if my future has me going back overseas, I can’t wait. I’m moving up in the leadership and now am in control of my own fire-team *insert sinister laugh here* so I would certainly be promoted on that deployment. That sort of leadership makes a huge difference in my liking/disliking of the military.
Deployment or no, I definitely want to make a difference in the world. Only God knows what is in my future and I absolutely trust that He will use me to better the world.
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