A Fighter's Heart - Prologue

As a boy you’d idolize your favorite Superhero such as Superman, The Green Lantern, Batman, Ironman, Spider-man the list goes on. Mine in particular was Captain America, but unlike most kids of my age then I never viewed him as a human, given unbelievable strength with a bullet reflective shield. Yet, he was a significant symbol of a war hero not one of those heroes who flew or swung around the city chasing after crooks who stole an old lady’s purse, but one who defended his own country. Now remember he was no Superman so being indomitable was out of the question, so he fought with his life-like every soldier.

Now, that I stand a man my childhood views have influenced my future. At 20 I enlisted into the U.S Army five years, later I received the rank Sergeant then being deployed, within the same year leaving behind my 2-year-old daughter Elizabeth. I’ve been in stationed in Iraq for a good 11 months now and everything here makes me want to head back home. Though before Elizabeth was born I didn’t much mind being deployed for I loved what I did, but that love shifted towards my little girl. I miss her… for I never knew if I’d ever see her again.

My mother would send me letters each month letting me know how Elizabeth doing and any other news that happening. Always stapled to the back of the letter would be a drawing or scribbles you may say done by Elizabeth. I couldn’t tell you how colorful swirly lines made me feel that everything was going to be alright, but it did. With each letter and drawing I would store them away in an envelope because for the time being these pieces of paper were the only thing closer to home I have.