I was

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 enjoyed the sweet taste of a moment's love..
I have cried, pained, and hoped, but most of all, I have lived times others would say are best forgotten.
At least someday, I will be able to say I was proud of what I was...A Ranger

Memorial Day approaches and I'm proud to say I have walked among Giants. Men I'm proud to call Friend, Brother and Hero. While many will not know what the holiday is about, I can say that the sacrafices of those who died in a foreign land so that I may live in peace will not be lost on me.

The world has been a bit crazy lately, I've landed in Alabama, another state to mark off the list. Long hours and few weekends lately seem to have my world a bit off of its axis. I've started reading about 3 books from Grisham to a CIA book to a Fiction series. Unusual for me as I usually read one from cover to cover and currently I can't past a few chapters.

Reminds me of a Cross Canadian Ragweed song - "If I knew where I was going, I might already be there, but I'm not sure where I've been"

Lots of assclowns and buffonery and I see clowns to the left and jokers to the right daily, if my batteries were not so run down, I'd have some things to post.

Vowing to write more here, I like the peace and quiet.

Jurena -out