Joey KuhlmannMrs. AeschilmanCreative WritingDecember 12, 2013A faithful draftThe arrival of winter was well underway. The colorful leaves had turned brown and fallen from the tree branches. The sky seemed bigger with the disappearance of the leaves. As Robert drove down 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 it. He knew every inch of the area. This is where he grew up and had some of the best times of his life. The new chapter in his life was exciting, but he also had a sick feeling in the pit of his stomach that something was wrong. Three weeks ago, twenty-four-year-old Robert finished his second year of college. He loved college life, fraternity friends, parties, and everything that came with college. Due to family issues a few years ago, he didn't start college on time like most of his friends, but he was working his way through. Earlier in the year, Robert had some problems in a few classes. Then the cursed letter arrived in the mail. Robert was being recruited; he was going to war. Colleges notify the selection committee when students fail courses. This is exactly what happened to Robert. Robert was to go to a military base for basic training, then he would later find out that he was to be posted directly to Pakistan to fight in the war. Robert was in shock. Even though he felt he had to serve his country, the little boy in him got into it and he didn't want to leave. If he had only tried a little harder, or gone to a teacher for extra help, he would probably only care about school. But these were the choices he made and the consequences he would have... middle of paper ... even though it was war, he still took lives; and this thought disturbed Robert very much. Today, Robert realized that he was fulfilling a great duty to his country as he fell into a short sleep. The next day, Robert woke up to another sequence of loud noises. Only this time it was much worse and all he could see was fire. The next thing Robert knew, he was rolling on the ground in unbearable pain. The following week, Robert's close 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 to Pakistan. He approached Father Miller and handed him the burned book and broke down and thanked Father Miller. Father Miller was impressed and explained that he had done nothing and that it was God who saved him..