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A Sacrifice to Remember By: Danny Workman 10/01/03 It was a day of mourning in the small town of Ridgeview, West Virginia. My driveway was full of cars with people wishing me the best of luck. The room was full of tears and biddings of farewell. My mother had cried for hours up until the time for me to leave. I already had all of my bags packed ready for whatever I was about to face, but no matter what it was I would not have to face it alone. When I was three years old my parents got divorced and I moved to West Virginia with my mother, brother, and sister. My mother and I never got along very well at first because after the divorce I wanted to live with my father, but little did I know at the time that he did not want me. After I found that out, around the age of seven, we had a great relationship. Chad, my brother, was about three years older then me. I looked up to him the whole time we were growing up. When he turned eighteen years old he moved out with his girlfriend and I never heard much from him anymore. As for Hannah, my sister, she was about a year older then me and we were always fighting with each other. We started getting along with each other after she gave birth to my little nephew, Ethan Gage. Zech Cooper was the first person I met after moving to Ridgeview. He had short reddish-orange hair and wore glasses. We were best friends all through grade school, junior high, and high school. We were friends for as long as I could remember. During junior high he decided to get rid of his glasses and his mother took him to get contacts. Our senior year at Sherman High School we both enlisted in the Army. After high school we went to basic training in Missouri for nine weeks. After basic we came back home for about a month. When we returned to our base in Beckley, WV that is when we were informed that we would be going to Kuwait under the one-hundred fifth infantry division in three weeks. We returned home and told our families the news. My mother was so upset that she was willing to move out of the state to keep me from going away to war, but it was my decision to enlist in the Army so I was going to accept my duties as a United States soldier. The entire neighborhood told Zech and I how proud of us they were, but the more we talked about the war the more scared we got. After we talked to my grandfather, who was a Vietnam War Veteran, we started to settle down a little bit. He told us of how he was scared to go to war, but after he got home he was proud to say that he faught for our country. Zech and I rode in seperate vehicles on the way to the airport. He rode with his stepfather and his mother, and I rode with my mother. My mother would not let anyone else ride with us because she wanted to talk to me on the way. She told me how much she loved me and how proud of me she was. She also told me a story that I had never heard before. She said, "When I was giving birth to you the doctors did not think that either of us was going to make it. You were born a month and a half earlier then what you were supposed to. As they were cutting me open I prayed to God that you would be okay. When they finally pulled you out I asked the doctor if you were going to be alright, because you were as blue as the ocean, and he tilted your head back and smacked you on the back, to clear your airway, and then you started crying. About the time you started crying I did too, but my tears were the most joyful tears that have ever come from my eyes. That is when I knew that everything would be alright." My mother's words brought tears from my eyes.
Approximate Word count = 2806
Approximate Pages = 11.2
(250 words per page double spaced)
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