My Dad's Time in Kosovo

My dad talks about when he was in the army. He was a medic, and when I was about 4 to 5 years old my dad left for Kosovo for about a year or two, which were the worst years of my life. Then when my dad got back we were so happy, but when me and my brothers asked him to play football he would say go do something else. He came back depressed. We just did not have as much fun as we used to. The most fun I ever had was in Fort Riley Kansas. We were having a party at our house and the party went from an ordinary water fight outside to the inside of our house. My dad brought the hose inside the house and the floors were covered in water. It was a blast. When we lived in Lincoln my dad told me and my older brother what happened when he was in Kosovo. He said he had a guy die in his hands. He said that a kid walked up to his truck and held his hand up. My dad said they used fishing line to stich his hand up. It was so infected that it was the size of a baseball mitt and he could do nothing about it. He said another kid walked up to his truck holding a grenade, and the kid says “Mister what’s this?” My dad said he grabbed the grenade and though it in a little bomb thing and it blew up. About the saddest story of all, that just made me want to cry, my grandpa died when I was six and my dad was in Florida for some army stuff and his first Sargent hates him and he wouldn’t let him leave even though his dad died.

--Wesley Chapman