I thought I had finished my Christmas poetry, but my good friend C/LTC John O’Brien had a poem on Facebook that just blew me away.
An infantry man..
His emotions are impenetrable, yet his shoulders are soft for someone to lean on.
His hands are firm yet know exactly where to be.
If he has his arms wrapped around you, you’re either in the last moments of your life or the safest place you could ever be.
He’s stubborn but will let you have your way just to see you smile.
He’s deadly with a rifle and gentle with a child.
He plays poker with the devil, but guards the gate of heaven.
He curses like no other, but is the perfect gentleman.
He has a thousand yard stare, but when you look into his eyes, it’s the most comforting thing you’ve ever felt.
The U.S. government trained him as a weapon but raised him as a lover.
He knows every part of his rifle, and every curve of his woman.
There is no other man like him. Whether you love him or hate him, both is a privilege.
He could be your worst nightmare or best friend!