We smell, we feel, we listen, we touch, we see, we understand. To a soldier his sense’s are his number one weapon, his go to tools to ensure survival and victory. At a young age we are taught the importance of our sense’s and how they work, making our day to day adventures easier. But as we are grow up and live, we are introduced to the many chapters and events that the world has to offer within our timelines. We see the good, the bad, and the ugly, we see things that often times are not meant to be seen, and as a result they damage us. Whether we understand so or not, it affects us deep within, so far down that we are unable to understand the magnitude of the damage, at the core. Living day to day thinking of our selves as normal …show more content…
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I remember the smell of moss. Up in the canopy there were tiny white blossoms, but no sunlight at all, and I remember the shadows spreading out under the trees where Lemon and Rat Kiley were playing catch with smoke grenades. Mitchell Sanders sat flipping his yo-yo. Norman Bowker and Kiowa and Dave Jensen were dozing, or half-dozing, and all around us were those ragged green mountains. Except for the laughter things were quiet. At one point, I remember, Mitchell Sanders turned and looked at me, not quite nodding, then after a while he rolled up his yo-yo and moved away. It’s hard to tell what happened next. They were just goofing. There was a noise, I suppose, which must’ve been the detonator, so I glanced behind me and watched Lemon step from the shade into bright sunlight. His face was suddenly brown and shining. A handsome kid, really. Sharp gray eyes, lean and narrow- waisted, and when he died it was almost beautiful, the way the sunlight came around him and lifted him up and sucked him high into a tree full of moss and vines and white