Soldier

I was what many would not want to be.

I did what few would choose to do.

Many brave men, but few daring enough to take the taunt.

While shards of metal whiz overhead,

Comrades all around fighting for dear life.

A sense of fear tingles in the air,

But with it a rather curious sensation.

A secret exclusive only to men of war.

Despite wounds scarring us at every turn,

Very few are truly fatal.

In fact, we relish in the pain, blinded by the blood of lust. Our lust for blood.

Only once in our lives will we ever feel,

Such an insatiable hunger for life.

Its a cruel game of win or lose that I choose to win,

Not for gory nor for victory, but for the prize of dying another day.

In the end I chose to pull the trigger.

I was what many would not want to be.

I did what few would choose to do.

In the end I am proud to say.

I am a soldier.

Nigel... Agressor!!!