In the darkness a soldier stands, eyes scanning the horizon for sines of enemy activity. The soldier is armed with an M16A2 automatic rifle, bayonet, 25 lbs of gear, 200 rounds of ammo and the hope that the soldiers death will not be in vain. Its Christmas eve, and the snow falls quietly on frozen, gloved, hands, that shiver more from fear than from the cold itself. It's just another day in the life of the soldier for this soldier took an oath to stand when no one else would stand, to go were no one else would go, and to do what no one else would do. This soldier is trained to kill without remorse, to mame without regret, and to die without question. Yet this soldier weeps not for the pain endured to reach this point. This soldier weeps not for the terrible price payed to achieve this position. She weeps for the thankless thousands who will never appreciate her sacrifices for their beloved freedom.
I think that Billy Ray Cirrus said it best:
ALL GAVE SOME
AND
SOME GAVE ALL
