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 moment's 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 am proud of what I was ... a soldier.
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