I was that which others refused to be.
I went where others feared to go,
and did what others failed to do

I asked nothing of those who gave nothing
and reluctantly accepted the thoughts of eternal
loneliness-Should I fail

I have seen the face of terror,
felt the stinging of fear
and enjoyed the sweet taste of a moment's love.

I have cried, pained and hoped-
but most of all, I have lived-
in times others say are best forgotten.

But at least today, I am able to say
I am proud of what I was.

by George L. Skypeck
with minor changes by C. Kerr
and his apologies to the poet