I have been called a murderer. They have said my hands are stained with the blood of innocents, that my soul is shaddowed by lives that were not mine to take.
I have been called a tool of tyrants. They have said i am a sword in the hands of evil men, that i am mindless, a machine simply following orders.
I have been called a traitor to peace. They have said i find pleasure in terror, that i revel in violence and the pain it may cause.
I have been protested in the streets where i live, where i grew up. Friends i have had since childhood have turned their backs on me.
They have attacked me where i stood, tried to humiliate me where i live. I have seen them belittle the deaths of my comrades. I have seen them harrass the families of my friends. I have seen them throw our achievements to the wind and paint our words with tints of hatred and despair.
I have been tormented, hurt, mistreated, and abused.
I have cried, fought, cursed, and fallen.
And i have persevered.
I am soldier, a marine,