I've always wanted to serve in the military, specificly the infantry, since I can remember. I have fuzzy memories of my dad in his fatigues when he was in the Marine Corps. September the 11th, 2001 pretty much cemented my decision to join the Army. I remember the night of 9-11, there was a report of a fire fight in Afghanistan, and I thought "that's where I'll be going..". Little did I know we'd be sent to Iraq instead. I didn't protest though. I'd made it. I was the Infantry.
I've never forgotten that day. It's burned into my memory forever. I've even shown my son some old (ha, old. Jeeze.) news clips about it, and told him that the world is a dangerous place and that there are bad guys everywhere. "But," I tell him, "for every bad guy out there, there is a good guy who will fight him and protect the people he cares about". He's starting to understand. He's begining to ask about my medals, and asks "did the bad guy pow you in the head?"...to which I reply "Yeah, but he didn't do it right".
I joined the Army to fight the "bad guys" because of 9-11, and I suffered two injuries during my deployment. Two injuries that still take their toll today. I'd do it all over again, given the chance.
Sean Taylor, September 2011
Submitted by Sean Taylor, an American Hero that selflessly enlisted right after 9/11.