A Warrior

 

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 of fear and enjoyed the sweet taste of a momentís love. 

 

I have cried, pained and hoped. But most of all, I have lived times others would say were best forgotten. 

 

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

A warrior, a quiet professional...A Green Beret