Write a letter to your parents stating your wish to join the army and serve your motherland.
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Dear parents,
I write this letter to you not because I'm afraid to say these words to you, but because I can never express my thoughts in a more beautiful manner.
Take a moment and imagine this. Imagine me in the most beautiful and prestigious olive green uniform worn by the most fearless people in the country. Imagine saying your daughter is in the Army. Imagine the amount of pride and respect you'll gain in the society.
Quite honestly, I don't know if you even imagined it. One thing you most certainly felt is fear. There's of course the risk of being injured and death. Does that mean all the people who aren't in the Army never die? All of us are going to die. It's an inevitable part of life. I might as well die doing something I'm passionate about.
Being a soldier isn't easy. I am completely aware of that, but I think you've raised me as a brave and courageous person. I think I have what it takes. I'm ready to stay up for days together, with heavy guns and backpack with me and the scent of danger in the air. I'm ready to sacrifice everything I have for this wonderful country.
This country has given so much to me. You both, friends,food, security, safety and in short, everything. It's time for me to look after the country now. I've got to be there for my country when it needs me. Mom, dad I'm going to be a soldier.
Your daughter.
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MARK THIS QUESTION AS BRAINLIEST
Dear Dad,
It’s hard to believe it’s been 22 years since you left. I am so glad we were able to meet up three months before that. The chance we then had — and took full advantage of — to bond, to express our feelings for each other — comforts me to this day.
I see so much of you in myself — more even as I close in on your ‘closing’ age (78), as a dialysis patient, as you were for the last five years here. I interact with my caregivers there (so young, in the 20s and 30s) as you would have — generously, patiently, curious about their lives. As you did, I’ve mellowed with age! (I remember you teaching me The Serenity Prayer when I was still a teen. In today’s crazy world, things that I cannot change way outweigh the ones I can, and I’m fortunate to be able to tell the difference often enough to stay (barely) sane,)
Much as I didn’t much seek your counsel over the years, I often feel I could use it now. As mom’s dad used to say, quoting an old Dutch (he thought it was PA Dutch) proverb: “We grow too soon old and too late smart.” And the older we get the more we see the truth in that, right?
There are many things we could never have seen eye-to-eye on, thanks to the fact our generations, truly era-bridging ones, grew up with such different experiences: When we moved to Mt. Sterling KY in the late 1940s, I remember you and mom trying to explain why people with dark skins ‘had’ to live in a poor-looking area way outside town. Your explanation was, at best, inadequate, because, in those days, there was no acceptable explanation for that — and we were decades away from nominal integration of the two races that have, truly, grown up side-by-side in this country since the 1600s. (Yes, really: The people you came from have long ignored the fact that is, in fact, so.)
And now, low and behold, I am married to what we now call a ‘woman of color’. If you had a grave, I’m sure that fact would make you roll in it.
(BTW, I am following your excellent example and willing my body to science — in my case, to the University of Virginia. Maybe in accepting it they’ll clear my the bill I’ve been accumulating for unaffordable dialysis treatments!) Since our family first had a presence in this state in the 1600’s, I reckon this is a good place for me to end up. Full circle, and all that.
A country music called Diamond Rio had a hit a few years back called ‘One More Day,’ expressing — as you’d expect, a wish for one more day with someone. I’d like that with you. But, as the song says, “I know what that would do: leave me wishing still for one more day with you.” Another day fishing, or on a road trip like that one we took through southern Kentucky in the mid-‘90s. The best, most peaceful few days we ever spent together. I am so thankful for memories of times like that with you.
It’s great to have those memories. I do wish, though, that we’d had time to make more.
I love you.