Battles

So I am listening to some random music and "I've Got Soul, But I'm Not a Solidier" by the Killers started playing and I was already in a strong thought mode, but it just made me put everything going on currently in a very analogy format. When you think about it, life is nothing but one GIANT "battle". Somedays your battles are quite dormant, and other days it feels like a thousand armies are attacking you from every direction. Sometimes you have a mass battalion of fighters watching your back at all times, and others it feels like it is you taking on the entire world by yourself. Sometimes you even have battles within your brigade of soldiers. When we celebrate/party it is usually one of two reasons. Either we just won a battle and therefore feel the need to celebrate or we are trying to diguise as best as possible that we are marching onward to the next battle to arrive. Some days the course is smooth and clear and the sun is shining and other days it feels like we are marching through countless miles of muddy quicksand all the while it is pouring cold nasty rain down and there is not even a glimmer of light to be seen. There is every type of soldier in your platoon. You have the die hard combat fanatics who want to do nothing else in life but to serve in your army and will fight for you till the day they die, then you have the soldiers who are only serving their required time of duty before they are released to go live out the rest of their life. You have the (nourishers) who stay back from the battle itself and oversee all the off hand details- nurses, cooks, secretaries, etc..., the people who help map out your next plan of attack with you, and sometimes you even have the Judas Priests and Benedict Arnolds who disguise themselves as a friend and then turn on you at the first chance they get. Sometimes you are the General of your own personal army and somedays you are serving or fighting as a soldier in someone elses. Sometimes you are on leave and are able to see and visit with friends, family, and lovers, or go to church, or attend nearly any activity of your choice, or dine on a vast array of cuisines and other times it feels like you are pulled away from anything and everything that you are familiar with and/or enjoy and have nothing but water and old dry bread to survive off of and there is nothing to do but tread on in hopes of seeing something to smile about again. Sader yet is when you lose a soldier of your army either to a war casuality or they feel like they can't handle the fight anymore and take their own lives. Battles come in every shape and size and are caused by countless reasons and it seems like there is always the next one just waiting to pop up. My biggest hope for each and everyone of us soldiers is that we remain strong and steadfast, that we always march on to a solid beat of the drum and that we survive every battle and live until age not war causes us to stop.