Small Hands, Small Feet

Her life is not one of shopping malls, those fancy purses, and shoes to match. No her life is not fifty dollar hair cuts, and manicures, followed with a pedicure, to show off her french style toenails. Her parents didn't buy her a new BMW for graduation, with a tag on front, that reads, money. Hers is a life of fighting for the freedom to be able to keep the right to do all these things, hers is an American Soldier. Her camaflouge is the going thing, and her Humvee is the only vehicle she drives these days. She can't sleep late on the weekends, and watch TV all day, then get ready for a night on the town, hoping that cute boy in one of her classes ask her out. No hers is early to bed, early to rise, and her friends in her unit are always watching her back. The choice she made to give her all, came without hesitation, she answered the call. Discipline she has learned, through many a tough call, and being a soldier gives her great pride, these things are not found at the mall. Small feet, small hands, ready to fight, no matter the time, day or night.