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Tuesday
Feb232010

I’M A PROTECTOR

by Christian D. Brown

I’ve faced monstrous evil in this country and abroad. It is real.  I know,

I’m a protector

I’ve crossed a line, I’ve lost my youth and  innocence, and I can never go back,

I’m a protector

My tools aren’t hammer and saw, but they’re my wits, my weapons, my body, and my brothers,

I’m a protector

I’ve been charged by angry civilians with  ”excessive force” and watched my Captain sit paralyzed, while I’m lynched for opposing evil,  not complaining, because not only am I a man, but

I’m a protector

I am always on point, cutting a swath before me,  sending weasels and snakes hissing and scurrying away from the shark that has entered their water, because they know and I know, that

I’m a protector

I’ve proudly  worn 2 uniforms identifying me with  thankless jobs that few others do, and I do them with all my heart because solemn oaths taken before God and man may some day break me, but I’ll never break my promises,  because, by God,  not only am I a man of my word, but

I’m a protector

I’ve put on the uniform that  felt so heavy I could hardly walk, until I see my flag, and remember to stand up straight and for better or worse, I love my country, and I’ve sworn an oath, after all,

I’m a protector

When I see a flag or stand for the National Anthem, I  fight back  tears for those who’ve gone before me, unashamed that I love my men and my country, because

I’m a protector

I’ve sat all night in the midst of snakes and weasels,  wondering what good people are doing who will  never have to see what I’ve seen, do what I’ve done,  but  there’s no going back, I’ve burned my bridges,  and when the time comes to act,  I do, and I do it well,  because

I’m a protector

I watch a recently murdered girl cut brutally to pieces as they dare me to react and betray my emotions, but I am strong, vowing  that my day will come, and so will there’s, because

I’m a protector

I gather up broken body parts after the chaos,  denying  the tears until  I can grieve the fallen.  I do my job, because

I’m a protector

The sheep around me give way, not even hiding their fears that I’m too serious, too dangerous, I  laugh at the wrong things, act strange in crowds, and don’t back down to bullies.  It’s a lonely walk, but that’s OK, because

I’m a protector

I watch my motives twisted and perverted through the lens of the weak and the vain,  knowing full well  that sheep defend the wolves and resent their sheepdogs.   They are blind and ignorant, God bless them all,  but

I’m a protector

I have broken laws in this country and abroad to protect myself and others; when the law wouldn’t work, I went to work defending myself and my brothers, because

I’m a protector

In the dark of night, miles from home,  wondering if I’d finally lost my mind, loving this piece of iron as the most loyal friend I’ve ever had, then snapping out of it to do the job and get home,  because

I’m a protector

When someone says, “aren’t you so-and-so and didn’t I see you on a website or something?” I tell them they must be mistaken. I protect my brothers, and have nothing to say, nothing to prove,

I’m a protector

Now I leave the house where my happy family trusts me to protect and provide, love and discipline, be the father, friend, husband and lover,  safe under my covering, where the honest and the broken take shelter, whether it be food, housing, money, or love, they’ve come to the right place,

I’m a protector

Evil never sleeps, is no respecter of persons, but  I love what’s behind me, even more than I hate what’s before me, so I run  forward when others flee,   take a stand when others cower,

I’m a protector

I stand helplessly as paramedics scramble to load my dying wife and unborn son onto the helicopter,  and as I watch them ascend,  I hear the strong, calm voice of my Commanding Officer  speaking from on high,  “Fear not, My son, because like you,

I’M A PROTECTOR