As the last rays of sunlight fell across the town, the day came to a close. I turned the corner towards my final destination, an that's when I noticed him. His figure was strong an he carried himself well, but this had been his longest day. His head was hung low. His weapon was no longer at the ready, but instead was slung over his shoulder. I could tell he was tired. I felt sorry for him, because I knew no one understood what he was going through. But he still carried himself with pride. I stood there for a moment an just looked on in silence, and thought to myself. How much more could he take, how much further could he go on. Could his country an family fathom just how big a sacrifice he was making, for peace and freedom in a foreign land. Leaving his family behind to do what his country asked of him. Yes, it was a heavy load to bear. But it wasn't for him to say what was right or wrong, all he knew was that he had a job to do. An maybe someday they would understand. The little things we take for granted such as speech an religion, our father's fathers died to protect. And it's our duty to maintain these privilegs for ourselves as well as others. Because they are not god given rights, and they can be taken away from us if we are not careful. As my last thought ended, I heard a man call from behind. Lets call it a day soldier and go home. And with that I turned and got on the truck. An as we pulled away, I waved to the man. And to no supprise, my shadow waved back.