Halah, Blue Light, Roseblood

Here's a story I found in my back pocket.

Good Work, Soldier!

The right to VOTE is what it boils down to! Our platoon was stationed in a remote part of the opposing nation. We didn't see any of the war though. We were stationed there in the event the fighting spread to the border. I was the Sergeant and commanding officer of the squadron.

To keep us busy, I had the infantry watch old videos and movies, send letters to their loved ones, and arrange for a big party for when we were to come home. They almost called us one time to transport food to another platoon that was actually in battle!

One day we finally got the call to go home and arrived to a huge party at the base. We came home to our wives, significant others, friends, and whatnot. We had trained all our lives to shoot and kill, but we didn't have to pull a trigger once over there. Some soldier said he was going to take his wife to Vegas. We all cheered. Everyone cheered for us too at the base! Good thing we didn't kill anyone. Then again, wasn't that what we were trained to do for our whole adult lives? They cheered again! Then we wondered what to do with our guns and our skills at home. Then we wondered why we crossed oceans to fight a war to save democracy, yet the fact remained that some of us were too lazy to even get off the damn couch to cast a vote during the elections. Good thing they will send us over there to fight and we will volunteer to die for our country to have that freedom to vote. The right to VOTE is what it boils down to?

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Neighbours (er, I meant neighbors), I'm counting on you this week from up here above the 49th. Your votes, if counted correctly, could have a major impact on the world as we know it.