As I sat in drama class I could hear the laughter, the gossip going round and the overall joy going through my classmates. We had just sung O Canada and now where standing in a circle our teacher trying to quiet us down so she could start the class. She did not need to quiet us down, for it was the voice on the announcements that quieted us down at that moment. On the announcements came a voice one we have heard so many times. The voice was a student in our school who did announcements in the morning every day. The only thing was that announcements didn’t normally come until after first period, we all knew something was wrong. As the student started his speak we all listened to a speech we had all heard so many times before. It was always the same, just different name and different cause of death. Sometimes the student would go farther to talk about how this solider was remembered as and so on. Once the student spoke the words, “Would you please stop for a moment of silence to remember this great solider” you could hear a pin drop. All at once students, upon students, dropped their heads and placed their hands in front of her bodies. It didn’t matter if you were for class, or where you had to be, you stopped. You stopped because even though you didn’t know this person, this person died, and this person was a citizen of our country. As I stood there thinking about the name I had just heard on the announcements along with the cause of death I couldn’t help but cry. No, this person wasn’t my sister, wasn’t my brother. This person was not my boyfriend or girlfriend or even my friend. This wasn’t someone I saw every day on my walk to school or grew up with. No, I didn’t even know this person. I have never seen this person in my life, nor a photograph. But for some reason this time when I heard the voice telling me of this death, I cried. I can’t really explain or try to tell you why I cried. Maybe it was the fear I held inside myself for the people of my country. Maybe it was the anger for another man had died trying to help a country in such desperate times. Maybe it was confusion, for not knowing how this could have happened. It was also probably just a girl being naïve. Once the bell rang and teenagers rushed out of the classroom desperate to run out of captivity to talk and laugh. I didn’t laugh, I didn’t talk, I didn’t run, I was not desperate to leave. I walked slowly with my head down and the name of that man’s voice kept on ringing through my ears over and over again.  Another solider has died today and for what?