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Joey Kuhlmann Mrs. Aeschilman Creative Writing 12 December 2013 A Faithful Draft The arrival of winter was well on its way. The colorful leaves had turned to brown and fallen from the branches of the trees. The sky seamed bigger with the disappearance of the leaves. As Robert drove down the long country road he was much more aware of all his surroundings. He grew up in this small town and always thought he would never leave. He knew every inch of the area. This place is where he grew up and had some of the best times of his life. The new chapter of his life was exciting, but then he also had a sick feeling in the pit of his stomach of something not right. Three weeks ago Robert, twenty four years old, finished his second year of college. He enjoyed college life, fraternity friends, parties, and everything that goes along with college. Because of some family problems a couple years ago, he did not start college on time like most of his friends, but he was working his way through. Earlier in the year Robert had a little trouble in a couple classes. Then the cursed letter arrived in the mail. Robert was being drafted; he was going to war. Colleges notify the draft board when students fail classes. Which is exactly what happened to Robert. Robert would have to travel to an army base for his basic training, and then he would later find out that he was to be assigned directly to Pakistan to fight in the war. Robert was in shock. Although he felt like he must serve his country, the little boy in him kicked in and he didn’t want to leave. If he had only tried a little harder, or gone to a professor for extra help, he would probably still be only worried about school. But these were the choices he made and the consequences he would ha... ...though it was war, he had still taken lives; and this thought bothered Robert greatly. Today Robert realized he was doing his country a great deal of duty as he drifted off for a short sleep. The next day, Robert awoke to yet another sequence of loud noises. Only this time they were a lot worse and all he could see was fire. The next thing Robert knew he was rolling on the ground with an unbearable pain. The next week Robert’s closes friend and family broke down as he walked off the plane with permanent scars all across his face. Robert immediately hugged his parent’s and pulled out a little book. This book was his pocket Bible that he carried with him always in Pakistan. He went over to Father Miller and handed him the burnt book and broke down and thank Father Miller. Father Miller was in awe and he explained that he had done nothing and God was what saved him.