Reflection of deceased warriors
written by: Natalie Lopez
I sought out for a potential leader,
So far out, even a seether (potential female),
Over the seas and roughed the sands,
No one in sight, I came back to my home land.
Earned medals upon my chest,
So proud of myself when it comes time to be put to rest.
Selected to accompany my wing commander,
Perhaps there, I’ll find the one they call a leader.
Troops followed me to find this mentor,
Followed me through the dangers,
Without giving me a sarcastic lecture.
Seeking that leader to this day,
Giving up hope, nothing to say.
Where can this leader be,
I look at the mirror and finally see…it is me…
Reflection of deceased warriors said “you finally see”…