Our soldiers and the surgeon's scalpel in this theatre of war, it is they that make the bombs sit idle and leave the community standing strong.
Only those who can keep themselves from going into the primitive brain and staying there as some semi-drunk can be soldiers in our army.
The difference between emotionally indifferent soldiers and those with real empathy is hell vs heaven. For so many need rescue and only the love-led brave hearts can accomplish this.
The soldiers we take are the heroes who are destined to serve, to make this world a better place. An army is its soldiers and this simple measure makes us better than any technological development ever could. We are part of the love-nexus, all of us.
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