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9/11

I have heard the call. I have resonated. It is my duty.

You may say i was inspired by 9/11, the fact that my brother is going into the army, or the fact that I am poor. Regardless, i have joined up. I received my uniform yesterday, i reveled in the power I felt while it sat in my hands. bright red with yellow trim. I am ready for the fight of my life. On the Upper right corner of my uniform there is an emblem. I like to think it is of a Phoenix, or some sort of hawk or bird of prey, but others believe it to be a Robin wearing a hat and holding a burger. On my sleeve, words of motivation are printed for quick reference to keep me going through the fight, and to keep me from forgetting why I am here.

*Honor*

*Integrity*

*Seeking Knowledge*

*Having fun!*

I put on my uniform, and add the last part. My half apron. I look at myself in the mirror. I am ready. I am ready to do my part like so many before me. I am now part of the most elite and hardened force in the world.

marines? no

delta force? no

bowling champions? no

red robin bus-boy's? yes.

Fighting my way through the crowd to pick up YOUR mess! and I do it for 6.00 an hour plus tips! Look out terrorists and Red Robin patrons, there;s a new sheriff in town. And he's here for many reasons, and having fun is one of them.

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