All actions have consequences. Even the hard work of a soldier. The one that trades his homeland paradise for blistering heat of a foreign, desert warzone is not exempt. That is made painfully clear to me as the smoke clears after this home raid. Now I stand, staring at a wall full of photos of me from numerous angles at different locations and times. One up close of me at the eastern checkpoint. Another of me smoking a cig before getting into my tactical vehicle. They even have images from my social media profile without the dirt and grime of war brushed across my face. While I’ve been here, stopping terrorism to be a hero back home, I’ve become a terror to them here.
Every action has a consequence.