Day #7 Personal Freewrite Challenge - Falling on this Crutch

The final day of my weekly challenge has arrive and much quicker than anticipated. Each day I have been able to find much more inspiration in being prompted to act on my creativity by this initiative I have undertaken and to my surprise I have been enjoying it tremendously. I often find that when day 5 or 6 rolls around I began to see these challenges as more of a task than anything else but getting to flex my creativity every morning through writing has been amazing. I am not sure if I will continue to write for the #freewrite everyday but I am definitely going to have it as one of my staples on steemit. I am also looking forward to letting people know about this mini challenge I have taken up in short synopsis video I will be posting on dtube in the next days. I hope this gets more people interested in the freewrite community and allow people to use their own creative drives in another medium. I can not thank @mariannewest enough for giving me this revitalization of joy for writing. If you are looking for today's prompt please CLICK ME to find it. Enjoy today's read and as always let me know what you think in the comments, cheers :)

Prompt: the military

Looking down at the white tube in my hand with its pale yellow tip wedged between my fingers I could only think about how much I lived for these moments these days. I never use to be a smoker but ever since I made it to this hell hole they have become my best friend. They don't talk much, I like that about them. My simple meditative mode where I don't have to pay any attention except for the simple inhale and exhale. There are no orders being barked here, no noises coming from every direction overwhelming every aspect of my sensations.

We have only been in Yemen now for a few weeks but I struggle to remember what life was like back home. These short few weeks have felt like a lifetime. Already one of my platoon members had been shot and wounded right before my eyes. I thought that this would be something that would come easier. This is nothing like those first person shooters I played so often just a year before when I was in high school. What a joke these games portray. War is not fun and games. War is pain. War is struggle and most of all war is loss. I seem to be realizing that there is never an ultimate winner in these conflicts. Sure the history books will declare a winner but those that took part will never see it this way.

I look back at the burning ember in my hand and think you may be the only one I can talk to about this right now. I am not sure if those around me feel this way so I simply do not say a thing. Keep this all bottled up so that no one around me knows the internal dialogue racking around my mind. How am I going to survive another 3 years of this place...?

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