Look

I am walking down the road with a backpack at my side and dusty boots upon my feet. I carry so much more. I carry the horrors of inhumanity, bloodshed, and innocence lost. You don't see that. All you see is an unshaven, supposedly crazy, insignificant waste of oxygen. I fought for this country, and a sideways glance is my reward. Where is the justice? Look beyond my exterior, and maybe, just maybe, you'll see the person I once was.