Headed Back Into Action

Well, I made it out of the ambush with all of my limbs, but I was cut up pretty bad. They loaded me onto the chopper, and I woke up in a hospital. The doctors told me that I had been hit by shrapnel in my side and in my left leg. I was also hit by a bullet in the wrist, but it barely chipped the bone. The doctors also told me that I had recieved a concussion. I was told that if there was anything that could get me home, it was a concussion. I hoped with all my heart that this was true. I have had enough of war. I've seen too many horrible things during my time here.
My stay in the hospital was like heaven. There was good food, movies, and an absence of fear and violence. It was peaceful. There were a lot of soldiers there worse off than me. Some were bandaged from head to toe while others were missing limbs. I was so grateful that my injuries were not as bad as the others. I thought about Brew a lot during my stay. I feel really bad. I remember lying next to him in the chopper and seeing his dull lifeless eyes. Why must war claim so many good lives.
The chaplain and the colonel talked to all of the injured soldiers. They told us that what we have done is for the highest reasons. We are defending freedom. We were all given Purple Hearts. I sent mine home to my brother, Kenny
I have received orders to rejoin my unit. When I received them I threw up. I don't ever want to go back. My hands began to sweat and I felt as though there was a weight in my stomach. I have thought about running away. I need to get home.