I stood up for this land as many have done before me,
to fight for my country without doubt or insecurities.
I remember raising my hand not knowing when I will return back home,
only trusting and believing this is where I belong.
Being sworn in, I felt courageous, proud, confident and just a little bit perplexed.
But I still accepted my mission to defend my country, not knowing what was coming next.
At some point during my tour, I became anxious and numb.
I asked myself if this feeling was acceptable, even though
I was told, “Job Well Done.”
I remember my old buddy who was no longer by my side.
I felt very dismayed the day I was told my buddy died.
I reminisce on these memories over and over again
and they take me back to the fearless day I gave my country my hand.
Dedicated to all the soldiers gone but not forgotten.