American Soldier

Geoff Tate, front man for one of my favorite groups Queensrÿche, interviewed numerous veterans, including his father, and current members of the military about their combat experiences. The result was an apolitical musical expression of the soldier’s perspective on war called American Soldier. When I purchased this album last March, I had no idea how important it would become to me.

Listening to songs describe the torment of being away from home, the undeniable bond of the brotherhood, and the surrounding horror of instant death always tugged on my heart. Now as I listen to these songs, and I have been listening to them a lot lately, the American soldier has a face. Zac is the one clad in fatigues, stomping in cadence. He’s the one peeking around crumbling walls before venturing into gutted buildings. My son is the one with the M-16 is in his hands.

I know I won’t understand all that my son will endure during his time in the army. However, these songs have given a glimpse of what he may face. I do understand the support and love he and his comrades will need during and after military service.

I’ve asked Zac what he’s feeling as his time to leave gets closer. He tells me he’s scared, but he quickly adds that this is what he knows he has to do. I’m reminded of the soldiers from the CD who express the same words, and I realize he’s already begun the transformation into an American Soldier.

P.S. Thank you to Geoff Tate for this incredible album.

Here we go!

It’s been about six months since my son, Zac, signed a contract committing his life to the US Army after he graduates from high school in May. Now that the holidays are over and plans are being made for spring and summer activities I realize how quickly time passes.

I remember looking at his little face the day he was born. So many emotions ran through me. Love, pride and fear were the top three. Love for the little bundle who snuggled close. Pride over the stunning person who just entered the world. Fear of what lay ahead for our family.

This morning, Zac left for early training with his sergeant and other recruits, and again those three emotions surged through me. Love for the young man who is pulling away. Pride over the individual who made a mature selfless decision. Fear of what awaits him and our family.

Reflecting on how swiftly the first seventeen years of Zac’s life have gone by, I don’t need to ask how quickly these next six months will fly. So family and friends lace up your combat boots. Here we go – we’re in the army now!