Joey KuhlmannMrs. AeschilmanCreative Writing12 December 2013A faithful draftThe arrival of winter was now upon us. The colorful leaves had turned brown and were falling from the tree branches. The sky seemed bigger as the leaves disappeared. As Robert drove along the long country road he was much more aware of everything around him. 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 experienced some of the best times of his life. The new chapter in his life was exciting, but then he also had a sick feeling in the pit of his stomach that something was wrong. Three weeks ago Robert, twenty-four, finished his second year of college. He enjoyed college life, fraternity friends, parties, and everything that goes along with college. Due to some family issues a couple of years ago, he didn't start college on time like most of his friends, but he was trying to make it. At the beginning of the year Robert had some problems in a couple of lessons. Then the cursed letter arrived in the mail. Robert was being drafted; he would go to war. Colleges notify the draft board when students do not attend class. This is exactly what happened to Robert. Robert was supposed to go to a military base for his basic training, and then he would find out that he would be assigned directly to Pakistan to fight in the war. Robert was in shock. Although he felt he had to serve his country, the little boy in him kicked in and didn't want to leave. If he had just tried a little harder, or gone to a teacher for extra help, he would probably still only be worried about school. But these were the choices he made and the consequences it would have… middle of paper… even though it was war, it had still taken lives; and this thought bothered Robert very much. Today Robert realized that he was doing a great duty to his country as he fell asleep for a short sleep. The next day, Robert awoke to another sequence of loud noises. Only this time they were much worse and all he could see was fire. The next thing Robert realized was that he was rolling on the ground in unbearable pain. The following week Robert's closest friend and family collapsed as he stepped off the plane with permanent scars all over his face. Robert immediately hugged his parents and took out a small book. This book was his pocket Bible which he always carried with him in Pakistan. He walked up to Father Miller and handed him the burned book and broke down and thanked Father Miller. Father Miller was in awe and explained that he had done nothing and that God was what saved him.