I used to love all things military
because they seemed so romantic.
The stories, the movies, the songs, the pride
and even the tears.
Looking back on it,
I cringe at my naïveté.
Silently, I close the books,
turn off the TV and radio
and run from the tears that aren’t so romantic after all.
For him whom I love. I know the sacrifice you had to make, and though it was a dagger in my heart, I understand. Thank you for your service.