For some reason, I keep having nightmares. Not as scary as they are disturbing. In one of them, I witnessed a massacre. It was at some kind of dance, so there were a lot of people. I was standing on the side on a balcony overlooking everyone when soldiers, from some foreign country, stormed in at every door and unloaded their weapons on everyone there. Later, I recall, I was part of a resistance group that was trying to overthrow these invaders that had taken over our entire country. In another dream I had just last night, I think I was in the Marines of something, and I was right in the middle of a firefight in Iraq. All of a sudden, we were commanded to don our chemical protection suits, and no sooner than after that command was given, this weird gas was released that just completely ate the flesh of the enemy right before our eyes. They were too horrific to describe. They were everywhere too. They were in between us all. Their rotting bodies just walking around us. We started mowing them down, but they were everywhere, and we were hampered by our suits. It was horrible. I remember one of them taking a swing at me and cutting a hole in my suit at my head. And it hurt too. I swear I felt pain. I was rushed to the medical tent, where I was told I had just a few seconds to live. I got dizzy, collapsed, then died. I remember dying. Why am I having nightmares all of a sudden? I know what I'm doing with my life. Why is there all this confusion in my dreams? My dreams all involve war. I don't really like war, but I know it's necessary. I agree with the war in Iraq. I would much rather fight them there than here. If we pull back, it won't be long before they regroup and attack us. Remember, it's because they drew first blood that we're over there in the first place. How can anyone forget that? I've thought long and hard about this. When I return from my mission, I really am considering joining the Marines. And I hope they stick me on the front lines. That's where I feel I can do the most good.