All’s Fair in Love and War Essay Example

and lost women he loved because they couldn’t handle the pressure of a wait. This “wait” as we both call it, is a long period of time in which a woman, in most cases, has to wait for her soldier to come back. Now this sounds easy and uncomplicated, but it is the hardest thing a woman could do. At first, you are sad and you cry occasionally.

Then as months go by you start to feel lonely and worried because you haven’t heard from him in a long time; a month or two is usually the timeframe but in extreme circumstances a lot longer. This man that I so fondly speak of is Sergeant Glenn Michael Roberts. I first met Glenn during my visit to Virginia this past summer. My first impressions were high, so high I feel in love. Not only was this man beautiful inside and out, he had this glow in his eyes that I noticed right away.

I wasn’t sure at first what it was but I knew that it was something beautiful he had inside him.It was a very hot day, nevertheless, I don’t mind the hot weather, and I rather enjoy it. We had gone to Virginia Beach that day hot summer day and my excitement was rising by the minute. We took two cars there and since Glenn came along I rode with him in his beautiful fire red Hyundai Tiburon.

He wore a wife beater which exposed two tattoos that he had, one on each arm. It’s hard to explain what they were but they were interesting to look at. On the ride there he told me

he was a Filipino Army-man break dancer, which was how he put it; I laughed.Now I knew the Filipino part from the minute I saw him but him being a break dancer got me even more excited. He talked about his crew and how he got started when he was in high school about the age of sixteen. “And where did you go to school? ” I asked impatiently.

“I went to Havelock High School is North Carolina; now that’s country,” he said laughing. He told me his friend got him into in. It’s a hard sport considering the fact that he put both of his shoulders out of place and he can’t do half of the moves he used to.Doing something like this for five and suddenly stopping can throw you out of shape; but he’s a natural dancer so if he ever decided to go back to break dancing he could do it for sure.

“Where is your crew now? ” I asked. “Oh most of them are back home in North Carolina; they are all doing big things now, being on TV and doing shows,” he said calmly. He was so calm it almost scared me; he missed it, a lot. I felt for a second that the hot air went cold but then it suddenly disappeared when he told me that we have arrived at the beach.

We arrived at the beach maybe twenty minutes into the ride.It was one of the most beautiful beaches I had ever seen. I got out of the car and the hot air hit my face. The sand was beige colored and surprisingly very clean.

I could smell the salty ocean breeze hitting my face. We walked along the beach looking for a place to get settled; there were people everywhere.

We found a space to lay down somewhere in towards the middle of the beach. We lay our towels and bags down on the hot sand; I realized that Glenn had already taken of his wife beater exposing his toned muscular body. I couldn’t help but look. You don’t see that kind of body everyday unless you open up a magazine.I guess I was staring hard because he noticed and laughed at me.

He gets it all the time, he told me. I didn’t act embarrassed that I got caught I just simply complemented him. While everyone else went into the water we stayed to just relax on the hot sun. “So were you born in the Philippines? ” I asked randomly. “Yes.

I lived there for five years,” he said laughing. I don’t like asking people I just met personal questions or questions at all; I like to get to know people by having random conversations and by spending time with them. I only saw Glenn for that one day, unfortunately, but don’t worry we kept it touch.This story is not over yet.

There is more to be told and more to be asked. I was fishing for information; I wanted to know more about him but for the next five months we talked randomly; I’ve gotten to know this man more then I have known some one my friends. These conversations were fluent and silly at times but that is what was so interesting. This man has

been through so much, and I knew this on sight. It was the way he talked about his job that gave it away.

I don’t know how I knew exactly before he actually told me but I’m sure that it was something in his eyes and the tone that he was speaking in that I saw right threw him. Months Later… During the last five months we have gotten to know each other well. Even though we haven’t seen each other we grew very fond each other. He asked me to be his girlfriend at the beginning of October; I gladly accepted without any doubt in my mind. We had made plans to spend New Years together; the wait before I got to see him again made me anxious and nervous because I hadn’t seen him in five months.

I got on the train on December 30, 2007 at 10:45pm. I remember that night well; it was raining and the night was chilly. My heart was pounding as my mother and I were walking towards the train.Right as I was about to hand my suitcase to the gentlemen to help me get on the train my phone started to ring and I knew exactly who it was. I couldn’t answer it right away as I was struggling with my overweight suitcase through the aisle.

A gentleman that was walking behind me was kind enough to put my suitcase in the over head compartment. I sat down, made myself comfortable and called Glenn back. He told me he was a bit nervous to see me again. I laughed, although I was too. We hung up a

couple of minutes later because he wanted me to get some rest on the extremely long thirteen hour train ride to Newport News, Virginia.I arrived at Newport News at about 12:10 the next afternoon.

I was exhausted and I was ready to get out of that train. I had to wait for him for about fifteen minutes because he got lost. All I could do was laugh when I saw him. He embraced me into a tight hug and I suddenly felt calm and rested. I always had that feeling around him, like nothing could ever break this bond that we developed.

He took me to Fort Eustis Army base where he was stationed; I stayed there with him for the whole week. I learned a lot about him just by being there with him.The apartments looked like any other apartment building but the inside was quite different. He has a roommate but it wasn’t arranged as a typical rooming situation. They both had their separate rooms sharing a kitchen and a full sized bathroom.

I thought it was nice; it wasn’t even as small as he made it seem. The twin bed was to the left of the doorway, the TV was straight ahead and next too it was the door that led to the kitchen and the bathroom. I got settled in and we got a couple of movies to watch for the night. Simply said it was the best New Years, ever.The rest of the week was pretty laid back, calm and entertaining.

He is one funny guy. I enjoyed his presence and how he laughed. I felt free and rested and

I told him I needed a favor. I asked him if I could interview him for a paper that I had to write for a class. He looked at me and laughed, as usual, and was pretty excited about it. Since I already knew a lot about him I only asked him questions that I didn’t know how to answer myself.

I asked them carefully for the reason that I didn’t know how he would react. I took a deep breath, my palms sweating. “Why did you join the army and how did it change your life? I asked with hesitation. His eyes were glowing as usual and I couldn’t tell what he was thinking.

He was calm and then he became to speak with a pleasant tone. “I joined so I can travel Europe and go to college. It made me grow up quicker, take a whole new other responsibility. It made me into a leader I am today and my with attitude change I have respect for authority and it keeps me away from negativity both physically and mentally,” he said with passion. At that moment I realized that I could ask him anything.

He was proud of his job, though he didn’t like it at times, but he did it for his country. Can you tell me your typical day at work? What do you do? ” I questioned. “I am a motor sergeant. The boss of my section and I have a full responsibility of my units’ vehicles and other equipment that are signed for. It involves lots of administration work and maintenance.

I have soldiers that I have to lead

and take care of whether it is moral or family issues; I’m also a counselor and a peer coordinator. ” He said with pure accomplishment. “How did being in the Army change your life? ” I asked, even though I could probably figure this answer out by myself.I was scared of what he might say.

“Going to Iraq and my fallen comrades; I will never forget them. ” He said calmly. He was calmer then I was! I was ready to cry. Although I knew what he was feeling.

As those words were coming out of his mouth I could feel him tense up, like he was having a terrible flashback. I could feel his grasping for energy to say those words and bring that memory back into his sparkling eyes. I said no more. He was my hero even though he hadn’t done anything to that people would call heroic.

What he did was come into my life unexpectedly.He had told me things that you would only tell your family; he opened up to me and I opened up to him. He is the most beautiful person that I had ever met and what he has done for his country is heroic no matter what people say. The one thing that I will always remember was when he told me that he needed me, that he was sick of being alone and feeling of loneliness disappeared ever since he met me. I stopped breathing for that one moment because no one has ever said that to me. He told me he loved me and even though it’s not the first time that he has

said it this time it just felt so powerful it brought instant tears to my eyes.

Never in my life had I thought that I would meet someone this wonderful, that he needed me as much as I needed him. We were both sick of our share lonely days and nights for whatever reason. All I know is that this man had done so much and sacrificed so much that I feel the need to write a book about it just for it to be heard. But for now, this is just his story and I chose to write a portion of it not because he changed my life but he changed other people’s lives and they don’t even know it.