Growing up, I was never used of being wounded because I was good but everything has changed since I received my first wound 6 years ago. The wound was bloody.
People around me were shocked. How on earth did this soldier got a wound? Maybe, he was not in the right battle.
People, o, people. They are like bees buzzing in your ear; whispering doubts and creating confusion. Are you in the right battle? Is the battle worth fighting? Oh, you are not that good. Gotcha! Another F for you.
Every year, I have been receiving wounds and every summer, it was being healed. There comes a time when I have to go an extra mile just to heal the wound. It was not just bloody, it also consumed a lot of money!
I remember the time when I got four wounds in a row. It was three years ago and I still remember the faces of those people. (Just kidding!). It was the hardest battle I ever had I felt like I was about to give up. I started to question myself. Am I not enough? Good thing, the Lord Commander of the night watch said that my watch has not yet ended. I was relieved!
Lately, I realized that even I was severely wounded, ten wounds to be exact, I am still in the battle I choose to be in. Even if I have many fallen comrades and most of my coleagues have completed their mission, I will still fight.
To the wounded Soldiers,
You may be as wounded as I am, will be or be greater than me. Whenever you feel like quitting, remember why you choose to become soldier in the first place. It may be harder than you thought but remember that hard battle belongs to the strong soldiers. It may gone real bloody but bleeding means breathing. Keep fighting!