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On being a soldier

I was wondering the other day what kind of soldier I am. Then I did some thinking.

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I’m not much of a warrior unless you count contests fought over streams of binary data. I’m a veteran of those and have won and lost many battles. I can shoot a number of different types of weapons accurately but have no desire to kill anyone by aiming my bullet stream at them. I would much rather try and talk to them about why it is we’re fighting. But some people have no interest in talking. These I would kill if directly threatened.

I know how to follow orders but often wonder why they’ve been given and have an innate need to understand the logic behind a thing before I will do it with all my heart and mind. This must be of constant irritation to my commanders. I would guess that from their perspective the soldier who just does it is much easier to deal with than the soldier who constantly asks why. I can type 100 words a minute when I’m typing from my mind but I slow down to 60 words a minute when I’m retyping something someone else has given me.

Some soldiers want to be in the thick of the action all the time. I prefer to stay as far away as I can. The action is where people get killed. I’m not sure if I am a coward but I certainly enjoy being alive. On the other hand, some fights must be fought. I think that is why I am here in this dangerous country. I think this fight needs to be fought. I don’t want to die here though. Memories cannot speak for themselves, they must be intrepreted by others. I don’t want to be intrepreted by others. I prefer to speak for myself.

I’m at my best when discussing ideas with a friend. I don’t need much of a social life, and therefore don’t make friends easily. I’m more comfortable alone in a room with a book than I am in a noisy crowd. Boastful people annoy the hell out of me. So do arrogant people. I cannot stomach bullies and I won’t tolerate rudeness. I try to pick and choose my battles so I’ll win most of them. I’m old enough to realize that I am not immortal and young enough to want to live forever.

I believe that a civilized man is worth more than a savage and sometimes I can tell the difference between the two. I am an idealist and a pragmatist. One day, if we don’t destroy ourselves first, humans will evolve beyond physical war. For right now though, I am a soldier doing my best to defend what I love – my life, my belief system and my loved ones. I will not sit in a hole cowering while the world goes to hell.

Now you know what kind of soldier I am.

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  • That was very insightful.... I enjoyed this post very much, Trevor.
  • Cheryl Friend
    I was thinking about your post again while I was keying in some invoices for payment here at work and just got the biggest grin. I'm envsioning my Dad sitting at an old heavy wooden desk with his MANUAL Royal typewriter and thousands of sheets of carbon paper!!! You've got it easy!!!
  • "Can't tolerate rudeness"?!?

    How have survived our North Carolina treks?
  • Cheryl Friend
    My Dad sat behind a desk at NATO in Paris during the Korean War. I imagine he had some of the same thoughts as you. Even though you are not out there in the field pointing a gun at someone, your position is still a vital one. God Bless and keep fighting the good fight.

    I almost forgot, the latest pictures are great! Keep 'em coming!
  • Congrats, you are the ideal, and yet typical American soldier. I too always wanted to know the why's of an order, but that helped int he accomplishment, since I could react to changes without waiting for further guidance. Although, as a unit commander there were times when I didn't have the time to explain, and hoped that my soldiers understood that I had always had a good reason before, and must have a good reason now.
    Thanks for the fact that you are willing to do the job that some of us are too old, and others just plain unwilling to do.
    God Bless you and all of your fellow soldiers.
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