A child lays in his bed at night dreaming of the day his father will come home and hold him close to his chest. The days go by and all the child hopes for is the loving hands of his father. His father is at war he's told, but his mother says he will be fine and will return one day. The one day that every child dreads comes sooner then he thought it would, and he sees his father once more. This time the father doesn't hold him and he doesn't give him a kiss. The reason behind it isn't because he doesn't want to, but because he can't. As the father lays there cold and dead the tears begin to roll and the screams can be heard from miles away. The harsh reality that his father is dead hardens the boy and teaches him hate. As everyday goes by the death count in Iraq increase. Everyday they say how many of our troops were killed. Think of the boy and how it would feel to be him. The only question is do you think the boy is from America or Iraq?
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for me, the boy was from america. the father belong to the many troops that our country (USA) was sending in Iraq to maintain the peace and order of that country.
i feel so much sympathy to the child. i've experienced growing up without my father on my side because he has to go to other country and earn for our living. growing up without your father was so hard. every night, i pray to God that when i'm gonna wake up the other day, my father would be there, watching me in my bed.
life without a father was so hard. and those children out there who have their father beside them, they were so lucky. they should be thankful that they didn't experienced life without a father.
and to that child mentioned in the blog, you must know that life must go on! and this will serve as your guide when you grow up and have a family. be strong!