I was that which others did not want to be.
I went where others feared to go, and did
what others failed to do.
I asked nothing from 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
cold 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 times others would say
were best forgotten.
At least someday I will be able to say that I
was proud of what I was --- A SOLDIER
George L. Staypeck