Soldier

Soldier

I was that which others did not want to be.

I went where others feared to go, and did what others failed to do.

I asked nothing from those who gave nothing, and reluctantly accepted the thought of eternal loneliness… should I fail.

I have seen the face of terror; felt the stinging cold fear; and enjoyed the sweet taste of a moments love.

I have cried, pained, and hoped…but most of all, I have lived times others would say are best forgotten.

At least someday I will be able to say that I was proud of what I was…a soldier.

George L. Skypeck