Battlefield

The soldier is born like anyone else. A smack and a burst of air hits the lungs. Life as we know it then just begun eating, sleeping, and noise in-between. Till the day they all begin to seem more than just noises that bounce around above they form meanings, emotions, and demands. Responses develop in time first in all things we roll, crawl, and walk before we run. This is how the life of a soldier has begun. Walking and running through life till we get to the "LINE" of take a step back or cross to our duties that call. For many their duty may seem small, other tasks feel large at hand, the soldier straps it on their back and still carries forward. Many of the soldiers never see war but keep and work on their tasks day by day till they are done and can walk away. The soldier that I followed I found had stumbled fallen and hit the ground.  In the mud this solder trudged for many years till on day the solder found the clear. Clean off the gear and mud from face. Peace was found in an unforeseen place.  Dreams of home, a childhood, loving embrace from ones true love dance in the soldiers head. Awoken by missiles overhead is this the moment I will be dead? Will life live on? The soldier now longer is running, or walking at all. Crawling is in times of war is the quickest pace. Little eating or sleeping take place, but each time you breath in air hits the lungs,  life from that point on has just begun. We are each a soldier on earth battle ground, breathe and know life from this point on has just begun.