IT IS LATE FOR ME AND I SHOULD PROBABLY BE SLEEPING BUT I CAN'T. I'M NOT EVEN SURE WHY I WROTE THIS BUT FOR SOME REASON I COULDN'T STOP TYPING. I'M NOT EVEN SURE WHERE THE IDEA CAME FROM BUT OH WELL. YOU CAN INTERPRET THIS HOWEVER YOU WOULD LIKE TO AND I DON'T REALLY WANT CRITICISM SEEING AS HOW I DIDN'T REALLY PROOFREAD OR ANYTHING AND I WROTE THIS EVEN THOUGH I AM EXHAUSTED. I JUST DECIDED TO POST IT OUT OF BOREDOM.
Things around here were always crazy. We were never lucky enough to have a dull moment, but maybe, that made us the luckiest of all. To others, that sounds crazy but to us, it was our life and we loved every minute of it. We thrived on the excitment of the moment, some of us more than others, but we all did. When we lost friends and got to experience the cruelness that life had to offer, we walked away with different persepectives on life but still believed we were the luckiest. It wasn't until we lost a well respected man and then another and another that we began to see our happiness and excitment dimming. And then, we lost him, the thing that completed our world and our happiness. It was then that everything began to fall apart. We began to question our existence and challenge authority. They didn't like it one bit and tried to force us to comply but of course we resisted and rose against them. The verbal attacks between us and them soon turned physical and of course we won. They were heavily out numbered and lacked our resolve. After everything was said and done, we mourned. We mourned for those lost before and we mourned for those lost during. But most of all, we mourned for the life we had to leave behind. We were no longer the luckiest. When the mourning had subsided, we realized something important. We were still the luckiest, but not because our life was hectic and fast paced, but because we survived. We lived to tell our tale. Even those who passed survived, they stayed alive in our heart until the end of time and we passed them on through the generations that followed. Eventually though, we began to die, and although we began to forget things, we never forgot our youth and the friends we lost. And when we died, the world mourned for their loss. As the years went by they never forgot who we were and what we stood for.
We were honor.
We were loyalty.
We were SOLDIER
and we, were the luckiest.