I am a child of the world. I am as wild as the wind yet docile as the night time breeze in the spring. My devotion radiates outwards like the fire in my heart burns with a ferocity to succeed. Such a passion for life and a love for all it holds is so precious, yet people are called upon to preserve, protect and ultimately destroy a product of beauty for the betterment of a majority. Like the hands of a surgeon delicately removing cancer the ones who would do wrong are weeded from our society. A soldier may seem to be an invader sent as a death machine, but a terrorist is a but a vile infestation in which should meet its destruction. A desert for a landscape with buildings at some distance is no happy place to be. But I am the laser in which the surgeon manipulates so carefully. The enemy may last see flames of fouldering heat. I am an American Soldier, constantly vigilant, always on my feet.