Honor

I was a little confused today when we talked about honor because it means different things to different people. I don't that we should be judged when it comes to our opinion. When I think of honor I think of one of my friends older sisters. Her Fiance went to war around 4 years ago. He died when a bombing took place. She told us that she wanted to go fight for him and do what he loved since he couldn't anymore. So she decided to join the army. She has been there fighting ever since and she loves it. Thats what I think of when we talk about honor.

Honerable Mentions?

So...Today was a little awkward.  No one was really talking, and when we did, our views on what was honerable were always clashing.

When your contry goes to war, people HAVE to go and fight.  If they don't, the government will draft and get rather violent in finding recuits.  And I think that volenteering to go to war knowing that someone else will not have to is very honerable.  I also think that if the extreme conditions (such as Joe's situation,) are enlarged and showed to everyone who enlists themselves, then that is even more worthy of honor. 

This is almost a completly different view on honor compared to Dalton's, but I feel this is true.
Please comment and tell me if you think this is a decent or poor description on honor and enlisting.

Particular Thing

My particular thing is actually an event that has happen to me, It is when i worked as a teaching assistant for sumer school. This is a particular thing for me, because this was when i figure out what i wanted as a career

My 'Particular' Thing... (Haha we aren't supposed to use 'thing!)

So my particular item is about 8 inches tall, 18 years old, and stuffed. It's a stuffed horse named Puffy. I've had this stuffed animal since I was born, and I'll continue to have it untill either him or I die first. He's connected through my childhood; memories of loosing him, him comforting me when times got hard, and just the companionship of something close to you. Plus this stuffed animal survived my house fire, it's almost like we were meant to be! :) I know it sounds stupid, I'm 18 years old myself and I still sleep with a stuffed animal. Oh well! It makes me happy, so what else should matter? My 'particular thing' is like a best friend to me, and he doesn't talk back!! :)