The Soldier

The title of this should be “The Broken Soldier”, which is pretty much an oxymoron.
How can a soldier be broken ? Right ? He is supposed to be strong. He is supposed to be the protector. He is supposed to be able to stand in the middle of the battlefield and not flinch when a bullet comes his way. He is able to see his men and friends succumb to injuries and still move on because it is what he has to do.
And in his solitude, he would mourn all that he has lost. He will be woken up by nightmares.

And this is the life he has chosen. He knows he can be called anytime and he has to go. He knows he may not return. He knows that the glimpse of his parents crinkled eyes, filled with tears upon his leaving may be the last glimpse. His girlfriends arms wrapping him in a tight hug, may be his last memory of her.

And yet he has chosen this life.

These men, are the strongest I have seen. Their strength comes from the ones they love. Their home, family, lover and friends.
A soldier will never talk about how he feels with many. Only a couple of people will be privileged enough to know what he writes in the pages of that leather bound diary. Only the chosen one would get to read what the warrior’s ink says.

I have been fortunate to meet a few of this fine breed of men. They are undoubtedly a class apart.
A soldier’s love story, will be nothing short of the fairytale romance. Sometimes it is a gruesome nightmare. With the days that pass more and more conversations make me believe that these men deserve all the love in the world and yet so many of them are shattered from within. They deserve to be loved just as much as anyone else. How can you discriminate on the basis of profession ? Aren’t they human beings ? Don’t they have dreams ? So what if the uniform comes before the lady ? Isn’t that what sets them a class apart ?
And this is what breaks my heart. There is nothing more upsetting to see someone who has stopped believing in love. Who is a stranger to gestures like someone being genuinely interested in how their day was and what they did just because the girl he loved wasn’t.
Someone who is amazed when the other person would wake up at an odd hour to wish them luck for an exercise or a camp or just to make sure they are awake in time for the flight they need to catch, just because the girl he loved did not do the same.

She said she loves you and she couldn’t wait for you to call .
She says she will wait, but one month of the long distance made her change her ways.
She said she will adjust, but the odd hours and hectic schedule made her take a u-turn.
She said she will do what it takes, she couldn’t go on.

He becomes someone who trusts with difficulty, because his princess left. And for what ?
The reasons are a million and each of them a lie.
‘Long distance never works’
‘You aren’t there for me’
‘This is hard’
‘We hardly get to see eachother’
‘Why can’t you come for longer’
‘Why don’t you get leave’
‘I can’t live this life’
‘Its too tough’
‘I’m sorry , I can’t go on like this’
Sounds familiar? That’s what she said.

Don’t stop believing in love and miracles. Sounds idiotic ? Let it ! What is life if you haven’t given yourself a chance to take chances ?

You will find the one who make your world round. Who will love with all she has and will let you go gracefully not because she knows its your job but because she understands that it is already so hard for you and she is the one who will keep you strong.
The one who will stay up at all hours for that call which will last 20 seconds maximum because she knows how precious those three words are and she knows that its as important for you to hear them as it is for her.
The one who trusts. The one who is your rock. The one who will only break down when you are by her side and can be her rock. The one who will wait for you to return. The one who will love unconditionally and mean it when she says that she loves you. The one who is proud of you and will never hold your duty against you. The one who is fit enough to be called an ‘ Army/ Navy/ Air Force  Girlfriend/Wife’



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