I was a military officer. I'd rather carry food aid than a gun. I'd rather drop emergency aid than bombs. I'd rather build communities up than destroy what generations have built. I'm still hoping for that day, when peace becomes reality and the institutions that conduct war become institutions that conduct peaceful logistics and ground support. I wore my uniform with pride. I recall my memories with pride. I remain fully human. Perhaps one day I'll process all this PTSD, rid myself of the trauma and nightmares. Until then, to all those whom still server, to all those working for peace and sustainability, I salute you.
The military officer knew well the value of self discipline, of self control and making choices that were compatible with both empathy and logic. That's what made the job so very emotionally challenging, making life or death calls whilst the heart felt it all.
The military officer had signed on to become a hero, to make the kind of sacrifice that could bring a better world into reality.
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