where will it lead us from here?

I started this as a paper letter to Keryn, but it's really more of a journal sort of entry anyway.It is so difficult to think about what is happening to the world we live in. I'm afraid for not only my own saftey, but for the saftey of the young men I know, the saftey of the people I will never know. I get this sick, twisting feeling in the pit of my stomcah when I think of the disgustingly real possibility that my friends, the boys I know, the boys I don't know...young, foolish, idealistic, and worst of all, angry, could go far far away, and die. These boys, my friends, my aquantinces, faces on the street, could go away and never come back. Not only that, but this war could also literally be fought here, in the United States. The World Wars were terrifying, but they were so far away, so distant it seemed like an adventure our young men were going on. But this, this could very well be fought on US soil, American civilians could be killed as well. These thoughts make everything else seem so trivial...and yet, I wish the other things, the now seemingly unimportant things would go back to being of the utmost priority.My friend Erich, enlisted in the Marine reserves last year because he thought it would be an easy way to earn a scholorship for college because his parents can't afford to send him. I thought he was stupid when he enlisted, but now I'm just afraid for him, because who knows if he'll end up going somewhere...perhaps he won't, but there is that chance that he will...It just scares me.