My best job

I was a soldier, that was my best job.

I started when I was very young
rising from my cradle as a volunteer
before I knew that this was my career
I was a fighter in the Vietnam War.

The sadness of war by no means was fun
though somebody needed to be out there,
even when many people did not care
I was proud of doing what I was told.

Like no other for me it was a task,
a mission that my thinking could not crack.

From Vietnam I went on to see the world;
duties in Hawaii, Germany and Greece
with the proudest smile and my Army Green
twenty years went like nothing at all.

A retiree from many years ago
I still enjoy the work from those days;
traveling was good, benefits are great
giving me the freedom to be my own.

That was my best job, the roots in my soul.

In this Memorial Day (Nov 11, 2010) I want to dedicate this poem to my Daughter, SSG Mirta Cabrera, US Army, and to all those soldiers that with her served in the Iraq War.