Duty, Honor

The night wind
Blows cold
Stars like thousands
of candles
Light the sky

A soldier
I stand watch
as I’ve stood
nightly
daily
for 30 years

I unsling my rifle
look at it
Take off and
replace my helmet

Every day
every night
30 years
I’ve stood this rampart
keeping watch

Supporting
family
home
country
Keeping watch
The right thing
The honorable thing
I am not unhappy I’ve done this.

Doing my duty
am I honorable ?
Do I keep my commitments ?
I have
I have
I have done all I’ve been asked to do
I’ve done more than I can do

But tonite
the stars are different
I want to step down
I want to walk away

Am I less honorable
for this thought ?
Am I less honorable
if after decades of standing watch
decades of fighting
decades of being the bulwark
support
protector
I walk
walk away ?
Am I ?

Does my life count for nothing ?
Does my desire to throw this rifle, this helmet, this cartridge belt down
throw them into the ocean
Does this matter
at all ?

I’ve seen something
beautiful and different.
I want to be with her
if only to determine if she is real.

The night wind
blows cold
Stars like thousands
of candles

Standing watch
as I’ve stood
every night
every day
for 30 years

I unsling my rifle
look at it
Take off and
replace my helmet

The stars are different
The wind colder, more brutal.
Am I less honorable ?
Because my world is changed ?

I unsling my rifle
Take off my helmet
Remove my cartridge belt……
What next ?

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7 September, 2012

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I am Noman
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