5.56X45mm Brass Full Metal Jacket and a $35000 White Gold w/ Three Diamonds

I hope that makes some sense of where this Blog is going. I put allot of research into that you know. For those of you who aren’t familiar with ammunitions, a 5.56X45mm (also known as .223 Remington) Brass Full Metal Jacket is a bullet, a bullet that is fired from a M16A2 Semi-Auto/Auto Rifle that is commonly used by infantry. A $35000 ring is made up out of a 14 carat white gold band and three 1.06 carat diamonds. Now why would these two items have anything to do with one another? Well, here is the thing, I am a romantic by nature, I am a soldier by design. There you have it, the design of a loving companion bread out of a killer? Well not quite, perhaps we'll say a fighter. Soldiers don’t kill, they fight, bombs and bullets kill. Anyway, on with the Blog, enough about the details. So what’s the point to all this?

You see, as a kid I had always wanted to be Military; rather, a Pilot in the Air Force, but that idea got scratched by the almighty, so I went for ministry in stead. I stand by my call to share the gospel on a grand scale to young people, but I can not ignore my heart that cries out to be a soldier, and it always has done so. So, what do I do....? To make things more difficult, who wants to marry a soldier that finds excitement in the idea of sticking himself in situations where he may be within inches of flying bullets and shrapnel? Few ladies, I am sure, fall under that category when it comes to the perfect guy. But I can’t settle into an office, not when my heart roams the battle field. Ahh! It plagues me I tell you; perhaps this soldier business is best brought up next time I have a sit down with J. And for the ring business, she'll be lucky if it breaks five grand, never mind thirty five, and besides, I am not getting married anytime soon, need the girl first, not that I am looking for her. I am looking for my path! So, here is some soldier poetry for ya...

There I stood with my men abreast,

Leading the attack, courage burned in my armored chest.

Now the order to move hath been given so on we march,

The men’s faces stiff with fear as if with starch.

So the field was swallowed in black soon with dead,

They see our hearts, our soul’s eyes dread.

Archers make ready drawing arrows from quiver,

Soon we make a blood red flowing from flesh river.

We see our Calvary galloping as swords take flight from sheath,

Suddenly we hear a pounding echo, it’s the depths deep beneath.

They call out to us in awe of our infamous name,

These are the cries of the men we once killed for blame.

Somehow with what strength we began to run,

God must have pushed us, blinding enemy with sun.

Suddenly my sword took life and pierced deep,

All seemed too easy as if it were the slaughter of sheep.

The Calvary continued on and took up the rear flank,

Still my blade swung, deep into enemy blood I sank.

There lines so quickly swarmed began to fall and break,

It was water beating on the rocks in a dream so very fake.

The end of the battle seemed not so distant now,

None of my men were killed, by Gods grace some how.

The Calvary had rounded up enemy survivors for death,

Even in execution there was no fear on their breath.

The men were pleased with such a fine victory,

We made our way for camp, soon to smell sweet hickory.

The celebrations begun and they continued on quite long,

But still deep within me a Generals heart had no song.

Good night gang... my plague is subdued... for now.

TraV