Is this all there is? Oh my ... I think this is all there is.
I was born to be a warrior. My maker designed me in the ashes of 9/11 to fight terrorism. When I was young, I imagined that a soldier would pick me up at the Central Issue Facility. He would be a private, or maybe a specialist, and I would accompany him on his first deployment. I would shield him from scrapes and fires. I would provide him warmth, protection, and comfort.
My life has killed that dream.
