"The Ultimate Sacrifice"
What else to grow the human race except the ultimate sacrifice. It just wasn't fair! He loved her and she loved him. Him crying and fighting through everything. She hated what life was doing to him in his older age. She knew she loved her significant other and she knew he loved his. Two different people on two different colossal spectrums and struggling and fighting in their life to make the ultimate sacrifice. All she heard were men fighting in her head. She couldn't help it. But thought it funny to almost just put 3 and 4 together to just see what they would do and try to get them to accept it that she was 1 person and that there was nothing they could do about it but share. She made the ultimate sacrifice. She first loved one man, grew to love another that also protected her and then ended up with a 3rd that fought like hell to have her and have his way. Kind of comical almost! Satire..should we say? (For the English Professor's.) "It'll never be over," she thought.
Saw someone that looked like the guy mirrored on the other side of the colossal spectrum. Her vision worse. Her judgment clouded. Just a little stress she was worried that he would make it back to his wife. He looked to be making the ultimate sacrifice. One that took every worry away from everyone else but layed every blatent snare, trap and turn on him. Crying a little; he began to tackle his humongous task for the day hoping he'd make it through alive.
She was praying for him. She was praying for all of them. She thought about how she was supposed to talk with all of them when often times than not men fought over her. Then she hoped that they knew that she loved them and wanted the best for them and didn't care as long as they were healthy, happy, alive and well.
Don't you ever wish you could take any stranger's heavy burden's away? How the risk was great. The Work was fun. Every chance, every opportunity and braving every standard to survive. How it tried survival of the fittest for them. They continued to do their work and left for the night. It was over and the only things she could worry about was how she'd better be good if she had this many to take on. Chuckling to herself a little...she felt bad for the boyfriend who was selfless would protect her like hell! Two mysterious men who assumed a role that she'd hoped one day shed get to hug and kiss. Then she felt just as guilty about the ones going out ahead of her and protecting to serve the best they could. She couldn't help but feel guilty..?
The hug that she never got. The colossal spectrums of men and women all trying to accomplish something. Some type of objective hung over all their heads as they contemplated their worry and their tasks. What could she do. She really did pair off a couple of times. Winner's indeed. But her life was a mess. There was nothing she could do but Love. Her hands full all of the time. Somewhat tired; somewhat hungry; she reassumed her duties best she knew how. A little lost however after a bit of rogue. She had her pistol. Hooked it on her hip and left.
She arrived at Quantico, Virginia. Nothing but lateness. Rushing with a bit of coffee spilled on her shirt she sat down at her desk when she arrived and stood up for a conference and began the day onward.
Saw someone that looked like the guy mirrored on the other side of the colossal spectrum. Her vision worse. Her judgment clouded. Just a little stress she was worried that he would make it back to his wife. He looked to be making the ultimate sacrifice. One that took every worry away from everyone else but layed every blatent snare, trap and turn on him. Crying a little; he began to tackle his humongous task for the day hoping he'd make it through alive.
She was praying for him. She was praying for all of them. She thought about how she was supposed to talk with all of them when often times than not men fought over her. Then she hoped that they knew that she loved them and wanted the best for them and didn't care as long as they were healthy, happy, alive and well.
Don't you ever wish you could take any stranger's heavy burden's away? How the risk was great. The Work was fun. Every chance, every opportunity and braving every standard to survive. How it tried survival of the fittest for them. They continued to do their work and left for the night. It was over and the only things she could worry about was how she'd better be good if she had this many to take on. Chuckling to herself a little...she felt bad for the boyfriend who was selfless would protect her like hell! Two mysterious men who assumed a role that she'd hoped one day shed get to hug and kiss. Then she felt just as guilty about the ones going out ahead of her and protecting to serve the best they could. She couldn't help but feel guilty..?
The hug that she never got. The colossal spectrums of men and women all trying to accomplish something. Some type of objective hung over all their heads as they contemplated their worry and their tasks. What could she do. She really did pair off a couple of times. Winner's indeed. But her life was a mess. There was nothing she could do but Love. Her hands full all of the time. Somewhat tired; somewhat hungry; she reassumed her duties best she knew how. A little lost however after a bit of rogue. She had her pistol. Hooked it on her hip and left.
She arrived at Quantico, Virginia. Nothing but lateness. Rushing with a bit of coffee spilled on her shirt she sat down at her desk when she arrived and stood up for a conference and began the day onward.
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