Mettle
By Eli Wallace, Nov 6th, 2009The last thing I said to him was a joke about leaving him behind. And then he went through the gate and almost died. This man was willing to risk his life because a bunch of people on a rusty old bucket were thirsty. That's a kind of sacrifice I haven't really had to think about. Ever since, I've been wondering how capable I am of doing the same. I mean, I've risked an arm (long story. I'll tell you later.) ... but could I do what he does? The closest I've ever come to sacrifice is when I moved back home to take care of you. Not that that was a sacrifice. I was happy to do it. It's just that I look at this guy, this soldier who has somehow become a real friend, and I wonder what's inside of him that makes him so different from me.
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