DEPLOYMENT
TO AFGHANISTAN
We were doing 60 mph on 580 heading to East Oakland, me and one of my best friends who came to visit; who I had not seen or heard from since he got deployed to the War in Afghanistan. I am always hella happy to see friends from Melrose Elementary in Oakland. I was happy to see him 'cause I knew he got deployed couple years ago. It was good to see him alive. He asked about our homies (friends we knew) and the neighborhood so I broke it down, told him what I knew.
I felt my homie different from the homie I grew up with in elementary, who joked around a lot and laughed like clown. He seemed serious, more quiet, strict….I guess the basic training and war can make you a different person.
When my homie from 4th grade told me he is getting deployed to Afghanistan again…I replied “ No chingues guey otra vez” “are you kidding”
I felt sad, anger. As a writer we are supposed to show and not tell with words. I felt empty, anger--I don’t know how to explain it. In my mind I said damn you military industrial complex. I felt like telling him to not go back to war. Have the sons and daughters of politicians who started the war go and fight. Rich people make war and poor people fight.
But I kept It to my self after knowing that by the end of this month he will be in Afghanistan. I told him I disagreed with the wars that the United States had started, but I wished him well and to be safe and that I will write to him.
Be all you can be
We don’t need to go to war, to be all we can be
We can start here by helping our communities
We don’t need to show our manhood by carrying guns and
Taking others people land
We don’t need see those kids cry for their parents that lost their lives
We don’t need to see those kids die by missiles that struck their lives
I wont be part of that
I wont be brainwash by your college funds
I opposed to be part of the master plan
I wont kill people to secure your homeland
I don’t need to be in the battle field to knows how war feels
I can take look my own city and get sense and feel how war might
Feels
I trying to say is don’t need blood in our hands to become man
Am trying to say is stop this non sense
Of
Kids killing kids
Hate killing love
And
War killing peace
Despliegue a Afganistán
Veniamos como 60 (MPH) millas por hora en 580 en dirección Del Este de Oakland yo uno de mis mejores amigos que vino a visitarme, que yo no habia visto ni oído hablar de él, desde que lo mandaron a la guerra en Afganistán, siempre me hace feliz de ver a los amigos de la primaria de Melrose, en Oakland. Yo estaba feliz de verlo porque yo sabía que lo habian mandado ala Guerra hace un par de años, fue bueno verlo con vida, Él preguntaba acerca de nuestros Homies (amigos conocidos) y el barrio, le dije lo que sabía.
Sentí que mi amigo hera un poco diferente, ya que el amigo que habia crecido
conmigo en la primaria, que bromeaba mucho, y reía como payaso, parecia mas serio, más callado, mas estricto .... Creo que el entrenamiento del ejercito y la guerra puede hacer que una persona cambie.
Cuando mi amigo del 4 º grado me dijo que lo ban a mandar ala Guerra en Afganistan otra vez le dije "No chingues guey otra vez" "¿Estás bromeando"
Sentí rabia, tristeza, como un escritor se supone tenemos mostrar y no decir con palabras, me sentía vacío, con miedo no sé cómo explicarlo, en la mente que me dije, maldito complejo militar-industrial, sentí decírle que no volviera a la guerra, senti decirle porque no los politicos que empezaron las guerras Mandan a sus hijos y hijas a pelearlas ellos., ¿Por qué los ricos hacen la guerra y los pobres las pelean?
Pero me lo guardé en mi pensamiento, después de saber que a finales de este mes estará en Afganistán, yo le dije que no estaba de acuerdo con las guerras que Los Estados Unidos habian empezado, pero le deseo lo mejor y que se cuide y que le hiba escribir.