Covered in mud and sweat, tired beyond belief. Another tour completed, another mission achieved. Too exhausted to shower, I just fall asleep in my clothes. Into a cot or hammock, I just lay down and hope to wake. Up before the sunrise, shower then to eat a meal. I can't remember when I slept in a warm bed, or how my wife and children feel. I only know that I have a duty, and I pray to live to see it done. In a land far from my own, I serve until the battle is won. I perform my duties and don't complain, for it would do little good. When I took my oath, it was understood. I must serve a greater cause, and do what I am told. I don't make the missions, I just have to go. On into harms way, sometime for what I don't understand. I just know that I proudly serve, until those in charge decide this should end and at last my duty will bring me home again.