(by George L. Skypeck)
I was that which others did not want to be
I went where others failed to go, and did
what others failed to do.
I asked nothing form 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
of cold fear; and enjoyed the taste of
a moment's love.
I have cried, pained, and hoped . . . but most of
all, I have lived times others would say were
At least someday I will be able to say that I
was proud of what I was . . . a soldier.
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