by Zachery Rahn
I signed the papersafter hearing his true stories.Stories of joy, courage,bravery, and good will.Stranger man, kind andensuring, was sending me tofollow in his previous footsteps.Insuring me.I shook the recruiters handtoday after he enlisted me for“A life changing experience.”I’d go see the world(what’s left of it),meet new faces(don’t make eye contact),eat new foods(wash it downwith liquor),and indulge in mixed fruits(the cherries taste thesame in Afghanistan).I’d fly in bi-planes(use D-IX for take off),see new animals(can’t name ourgerman shepards),and make plenty of new friends(drill sergeant will bemy #1 enemy).I’d walk the lame(carry halves of menthrough city streets),help the poor (therearen’t soup kitchensbut we’d give themour prayers and roses),and teach them ofAmerican cheer(bombs aren’t theonly thing that cancause shell shock).I’d make a differencefor our nation.
He rolled back in his swivel chair,legs missing. Knees for feet. Mortar stricken smile.Grabbed a red stamp, took my handin his and marked my knuckles with“Send to deployment prescreening.”I felt the jolting chill of his myoelectric fingers pinch my skin.“Without the infantry, I wouldn’t be the man I am today!”
Zachery Rahn is a Writing & Linguistics major and Film Studies for minor. He loves reading and watching horror books and movies. He has two dogs, Bella and Minnie, and enjoys playing tennis with his friends. He loves going to restaurants, shopping, and visiting theme parks when he has free time, and he is a huge Disney Parks nerd!