Choice my Road

Sleeping at night was out of the question for me. The Draft notice kept swirling around in my thoughts. I just wanted to throw the letter away. End it now. Would I head to Canada and save my life or hurt my parents? The town people would disgrace me for fleeing and not facing the war. I wanted to keep my life alive! I didn’t want to end my life for a war that makes no sense. There were so many questions floating around in my mind.

One morning at work I cracked. I dropped my water gun and walked right out of the factory. I drove home to grab some clothes. I stopped in the kitchen. I took a quick glimpse of everything in the room. How the kitchen looks with the sun shinning through the window. The sun making the room shines like a ball room. I wanted to remember everything the way it was. I didn’t know if I ever see it again. I wrote a quick letter to my parents. I couldn’t remember much of what I said to them. All I know is that I ended it with “I will call, love you Tim”

I got into the car and set my road north.