I want to be shown off. I want somebody to be proud they call me theirs. I want to be introduced to new, exciting things. I want my tears kissed away when my heart is hurting. I want arms to hold me when I shake. I want someone to not judge me by my past, but help me grow and lift me up. I want somebody to be proud of all my accomplishments. I want somebody to love me like I deserve to be.
This is Chester. When I was in Afghanistan I got a care package from one of those “Adopt a Soldier” programs that lets families send care packages to service men and women who are deployed overseas. Anyway, I got this care package, and it came with the usual stuff: Baby wipes, crackers, peanut butter, the Dad threw in a pack of cigarettes, and there was some jerky. But there was also a little beanie baby gold fish and a hand written note from a 7 year old girl that said
“Dear Soldier, (I wasn’t even mad)
I hope you are doing well. I’m sorry you have to miss thanksgiving with your family. This is my friend Chester. He keeps me safe from monsters, but I think you need him more than I do. I hope he keeps you safe from the monsters you’re fighting. Take good care of him for me”.
You bet your ass that little fish was in my pocket every time I went on patrol.
This couldn’t be any more accurate of my life right now.