Why do we fight? Why do we take the job that many see should be different? Why do we make the daily decision of whether or not to draw our gun, shoot, or arrest someone? Why do we go into work every day praying that we make it home? Next time someone stands next to you, that is why. We fight for the people next to us, we fight because we care, we fight so that both of us can go home safely. We are not hero's and we cannot save everyone; we do not try to be hero's, but we do try to save as many as we can. What do you fight for, why, and is it worth it?
Just finished watching the history channel on the ABZ (Asian Boyz) gang. Almost all of them were honor student, came from good families and pretended to have good lives. This just goes to show that the people around you are not always what they seem to be.
