I'm really proud of the soldiers that fight for us. No matter how differently people feel about the war. They still go out and fight, such an extreme and demanding job. Even my imagining fighting in the war, as strong as my imagination is cannot compare, leaves me sick. I wish I could be out there, but alas I'm too hesistant; I guess that's what training is for. If I ever get drafted, though, I'll be proud to join their ranks and fight as honorably as a volunteer.
This is based off of a picture I found of an American soldier fighting in southern Iraq. I wish I knew who it was, because I would send the image to the family.
I started the work with light pencil marks, then watercolor, and then finished with more pencil smudges to work the detail in.
This is the first realism I've done with watercolor