Prompt from Lemon Zinger: Ten Word Challenge. (Words listed at bottom)

There are things a soldier never forgets. Images seen in battle; echoes cried in pain. Injury and illness received not only to oneself, but inflicted upon others. It is a wonder more do not buckle beneath the strain.

Fighting for Queen and country is not only an honor, but a way of life. After the fight is over, the real struggle begins. Sometimes the day to day is too much. The temptation to kneel before the fates and accept the suffering one has been dealt is a constant threat.

But the beckoning must be ignored. A soldier is not born, but made. Out of the ashes do they rise; a brazen look upon their brow and the innocence of humanity gone from their gaze.

They see the coldness of reality. The seething rage that must be soothed and put to rest. The world depends on them. To keep them safe, to protect what is held most high above all others. For home, for family; God and country.

There is nothing under moon nor sun that would stop them from protecting what is dear to them. Being a soldier is more than glory and fame, it is a code by which to live by. Loyalty is not bought, it is earned.

And with these thoughts in mind,

John Watson pulled the trigger.

Ignore, after, seethe, kneel, moon, ashes, brazen, forget, gone and honor.