As I run for cover or as I march in time, What will I be doing when I finally leave this mind of mine? Will I be serving the companies as I have been trained to do? Or will some drunk'n fool put me in the ground? I hope that when I die, my blue eyes reach out and touch an infantry blue sky one last time. That my death will be an honorable one, not brought to me whilst I cower in a hole. Or with my hands in the air. That in a flash of stupidity or of sacrifice for my friends, who lay there dying praying to their saviors. May I be the one that brings them home, back to the families where they belong. For I don't really fit, I feel as if no-one will ever be the one who looks in my eyes and knows my thoughts. And accepts them the way they are. So be it me, the one that is lost in this barren desert of Independent thought. May the day that I am destined to join my place with the star dust in silence again be a day to remember and to tell your sons about. Tell them of the boy that rose in spite of his fear who though wounded ran towards your enemy countless in number, let them hear this glorious story of heroic valor and selfless sacrifice. If it should be that I am given my choice of how I want to go I say that this is my way. I would prefer to be remembered for my intelligence or for the way that I made you smile but if its for my courage that none of you acknowledge, then I will smile as I fall from the wounds to my body. Feeling my heartbeat slow and the life pour from those critical wounds. I'll lay back and look up at that beautiful sky and smile thinking that yes this was a beautiful day to die and a valiant way to stain this earth.

09/05/2007

Posted on 09/05/2007
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