My Soldier

 

You see a Soldier

Hard and cold

Willing to destroy

For his country.

You see a man

Suffocated by camouflage

Engulfed in unpleasant and

Irrelevant

 Memories.

You see a killer

Unable to re-adjust;

A man of no value.

 

I see My Soldier

A man with rough, scarred

 gentle hands.

My Soldier;

Who wears a tidy whities over jeans

A cape, boots

Encouraging laughter and hope.

My Soldier;

Who wipes tears, (And left overs from dinner)

From the bright face of our two year old son.

My Soldier.

The man who holds me, Protects me

Tenderness and warmth.

My Soldier