Being un-self involved

Daily I blog about where I am and why or how. The purpose of my blog is to journal so it is not a selfish gesture. The hope is to be a better more involved person.
Today I must comment on the War in Afghanistan.
Not a political commentary but a personal one. Frankly I no longer understand why we are there or what is being accomplished.
Why do I speak of this today? Because my heart is heavy with dread.
I live in a condo and on my floor 3 of my neighbours are in the US and Canadian forces.
One is a Padre, the gal from the US, diplomatic and Pat is a fighter pilot.
Pat returned from his overseas tour when he moved here. His job is now as a trainer.
Well, it was.
I bumped into him outside waiting for a taxi with his suitcase. Going to Van I inquired, smiling? His girlfriend is there and obviously this is a happy occasion.
Yes he replied, but unplanned. I stopped and looked into his eyes, sensing something was not as it should be.
I have to go back to Afghanistan he stated. I stuttered and started searching for words. But you have done your time, you were not to go back. With haunted eyes he shrugged his shoulders and well yes but.
I stood on the sidewalk stunned. I hate this war. I hate it for the fact that too any come home too soon,and not the way anyone desires.
We lost 2 more today. I cannot stand it.
I get it. I am the daughter of a veteran who taught me that sometimes we simply must.
I don't get this.
I don't want to get this. I want these young people to come home and live the lives they deserve.
Be safe Pat.