I was that which others refused to be.
I went where others feared to go,
and did what others failed to do
I asked nothing of those who gave nothing
and reluctantly accepted the thoughts of eternal
loneliness-Should I fail
I have seen the face of terror,
felt the stinging 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-
in times others say are best forgotten.
But at least today, I am able to say
I am proud of what I was.
I WAS A SOLDIER
by George L. Skypeck
with minor changes by C. Kerr
and his apologies to the poet