I went where others feared to go,
and did what others failed to do.
I asked nothing from those who gave nothing and reluctantly accepted
the thought of eternal loneliness ... should I fail.
I have seen the face of terror; felt the stinging cold of fear; enjoyed
the sweet taste of a moment's love.
I have cried, pained and hoped ... but, most of all,
I have lived the times others would say were best forgotten.
At least someday, I will be able to say that I am proud of what I was ...