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 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 Guardsman.
-Author Unknown-
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