Love is life. All, everything that I understand, I understand only because I love. Everything is, everything exists, only because I love. Everything is united by it alone. Love is God, and to die means that I, a particle of love, shall return to the general and eternal source.

Leo Tolstoy

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 of cold fear: and enjoyed the sweet taste of a moments 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.

By George L. Skypeck

George L. Skypeck