This is a collection of my thoughts and views on all things military. I started this as simply a way of letting out my feelings. I plan to join the British Army when I turn 20, as that will be 4 years since the last time I was issued with asthmatic aid, and you must be 4 years clear of all symptoms to be able to join. It's only been a few days since I visited the Army recruitment office and found this out, but I still feel a little angry. These various one-shots and poems are just a way of showing my feelings and views. Any comments are appreciated, and I will be more than happy to discuss any of my or your views with you.

All one-shots and poems in this collection are dedicated to the brave men and women fighting for us in countries in Iraq and Afghanistan. They fight so that we may have peace and happiness. So this is for those that serve.

As of the 10th of November, 2009, I decided I am going to fight for my country. I'm going to make you proud.

I'm going to be the one who fights for their country. I want to make you proud, to follow in your footsteps, to fight for those I love. I want to be able to look myself in the eye in the morning mirror and stand with pride at what I've accomplished. I want to stand beside my brothers and sisters in battle, and really see who we are fighting. I want to be completely free, and receive respect for my actions. I want to protect my family and friends. I want to serve my country. I want to become a soldier.

As of the 11th of November, 2009, I began the longest 4 years of lifeā€¦ until I can begin to serve.

Anger and grief have almost consumed me. I know that not everyone will understand why I want this, to put my life on the line. But my views are clear to me. At the end of the day, it doesn't matter what the reasons are that we're fighting. The fact is that we are fighting, and I want to help protect my country. It doesn't get any simpler than that.

But I can't. I'm trying not to think of the 4 years that lie ahead, because, to me, it's an eternity. I need to think of the good things. The chance I'll get back home before I go off to fight. I plan to join the police, to learn how to fire a gun, to learn to drive, to join the Army cadets, to learn what I need when those 4 years are up and I am able to do what my passion demands I must.

As of the 12th of November, 2009, I write this... and look ahead, to the future. Whenever I want to stop and cry because this isn't what I was made for, I just think... what would the soldier do?