Every day birthed anew. Born a promise. A million possibilities taking shape under each new days sun. But what if the next time that sun rose there were no possibilities at all? Only death. Yours and of everything youve ever known. How would you act in that darkness beforehand? How would you go out? We are simple things, soldiers. We are taught honor. Honor means sacrifice. Sacrifice means death. Either our own, or our enemys. In some ways, beneath it all, thats all a soldiers really trained for. To undo all of Gods work. To take life where only God can give it. Were it that we were not soldiers but gods.
Posted on: Wed, 24 Dec 2014 09:58:20 +0000
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