I entered the military as most enlistees with only the beliefs I was raised with. I thought I knew what I was getting into only to discover that very little of combat was like anything I imagined it to be. I soon found myself wondering about the processes that got me to a war I personally opposed and have had to wonder since what that says about me. I remember the day the foundation of my beliefs was shook to the ground. A dying Marine wanted to know how god, the god that was suppose to protect him from harm, could have let what happened to him happen. I did not know, a realization that turned my whole world upside down. Why were we here --- dying in some mosquito infested swamp? For what? And who were the beneficiaries?