If I was a soldier in Lieutenant Cross's unit I would probably carry something like his pebble from Mary. I would like to think I have a picture of all of my loved ones to bring, but I can't think of one single picture or moment to capture so many happy memories. This is why I think I would carry an object. I have this rubbing cross, made by my family's ranch hand. An arm of the cross fits between your first and second finger while the second arm and top of the cross are between your thumb and forefinger and the grove between them is smooth as a pebble. It’s used to rub as you’re pray, like a rosary. It holds extreme sentimental value and it think it would qualify as something superstitious I carry and something I carry because I am afraid. I also have a pair of earring I would wear on a chain. One day my dad brought back this gift for me just because he said they reminded me of him. They are simple opal earrings but that is one of my favorite memories with my father. I think my emotional baggage would be tremendous. I would carry regret around like suitcase of bricks. I can only imagine how much you wish you would've done when you are constantly so close to death. I also think hope would be a necessity because without it I could not plan all the things I would do upon my return home. I would have to carry some sort of journal. I think to not record how things were in situation such as war could result in poor psychological health. I would want to write down not only emotional experiences but also ideas that cross my mind, poems or stories, or even little sketches. I think with these things that I carry I could make it through something as terrible as war.
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