Some nights it feels like every person you ever knew and loved is holding a balloon to your mouth, and asking you to fill it with air. But you find your lungs have quit working the way a real human's should.
Sometimes the streetlights taunt you and say that you don't know what you are doing, anyway. They say you are breathing the air for no reason.
And then you have to reiterate that you are a soldier. That you are asked to fight harder battles, with the promise that, in a few hours, it could possibly be morning, and though God has called you to suffer in a harder way than you thought He would, you've still got promises.
You have promises that one day you will wake up to the One that loved you first. That made you the way you are and knows the times you had to wear Kevlar or had to count to ten to keep breathing.
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This made me cry.
We're in a war. It gets so hard some days.
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