Last night my husband and I watched the movie "Stop-Loss." It is about an American soldier who was called back to Iraq after serving his full tour. It exposed his anguish about going back, an anguish fueled by severe and unrelenting Posttraumatic Stress Disorder. It got me thinking and feeling. Even though I know that sometimes war is unavoidable, I remembered how much I hate war and how this feeling developed in me at a very young age.
I grew up in a suburb outside of Milwaukee, Wisconsin. It is called Wauwatosa. "Tosa" for short. It was a great place to grow up. I loved my neighborhood and all the kids in it. Everybody in the neighborhood knew each other, and it felt like one big family. Summers were the best as we kids often stayed up late and hung out under the street light eating popcorn and laughing at who knows what. During the daytime, we would ride our bikes around the block repeatedly. It never seemed to get boring.
Evelyn Schmechtig -Cochran