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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