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Joey KuhlmannMrs. AeschilmanCreative Writing12 December 2013A Faithful DraftThe arrival of winter was well on its way. The brilliant leaves had turned to brown and fallen from the branches of the trees. The sky seamed bigger with the disappearing 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 trump times of his life. The new chapter of his life was exciting, but then he excessively 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 dyad years ago, he did not start college on time wish well most of his friends, but he was working his way through. Earlier in the year Robert had a little trouble in a play off classes. Then the cursed letter arrived in the mail. Robert was being drafted he was spill to war. Colleges notify the draft board when students fail classes. Which is exactly what happened to Robert. Robert would have to buy the farm to an army base for his basic training, and then he would later start out 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 litigate his country, the little boy in him kicked in and he didnt 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 accomplished he was doing his country a great deal of duty as he drifted off for a short sleep.Th e next day, Robert awoke to yet some other 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 roller on the ground with an unbearable pain. The next week Roberts closes friend and family broke down as he walked off the plane with standing(prenominal) scars all across his face. Robert immediately hugged his parents and pulled out a little reserve. 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 relieve him.