Flawless in a Flawed World

January 21, 2015

Flawless

Am I brave or am I crazy

No one may know the answer

To why I volunteered to safeguard The American Dream

like a young girl who dreams of being a dancer

Waking up everyday at 0430

Clean shaven face, neatly pressed uniform with an American flag on my right shoulder

To everyday civilians we seem bolder

Off post we are constantly thanked for our service

We are even called heroes

But we are the same as John the postman or Mary from the grocery store

We are the same as the young 22 year old trying to work off her college loan

Ultimately she's earned it

Just like we earned the title soldier

Doing things no average person would ever understand,

Fighting for people we don't even know in a foreign land

We have endured physically and mentally challenging training to allow us to where this uniform

We have even fought wars

But we don't ask for your gratitude

Or to be called heroes

Because we are not heroes

We are american soldiers

We are the same as you

We only ask for you to never forget those who gave all

And to respect our cause

Because we are flawless soldiers fighting in a world that is deeply flawed

Flawless

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