Service: Of a Military Child

Behind this façade lies a labyrinth.

On the outside; eyes up, head straight, chest out, shoulders back.

I'm poised. Prepared to be addressed or speak not.

With all the discipline and order of a soldier and the innocence of a child.


The common questions are asked.

A background, my life, fragmented by changes; schools, homes, cities, states, countries.

There are always those against it; those who oppose the military.

They attack my beliefs, my legacy, my family.

They are not friends.


With one hand I can count my friends.

The ones I can count on, to be there at a moments notice.

To be up and out in less than 24 hours to help.

All are military children.


Behind this all, I am just another kid.


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