A Chest full of Honour
Each medal on my chest is more than just metal and ribbon—it is a story, a memory, a chapter of my life lived in service. They carry the weight of distant lands, the heat of deserts, the chill of mountains, and the relentless march through geography. They are echoes of the camaraderie shared, the battles fought, and the sacrifices made.
These simple pieces of cloth and steel hold the dust of countless journeys—marches through unknown terrains, nights under unknown skies and moments when duty outweighed fear. They are not just decorations; they are my legacy, whispering of the unwavering spirit that shaped me.
When I wear them, I do not just wear honours—I wear the pride of every brother in arms who stood beside me. They grant me a title that no rank can surpass: Veteran
A title earned, not given. A title that means I served, I endured and I will always stand tall.
Each medal on my chest is more than just metal and ribbon—it is a story, a memory, a chapter of my life lived in service. They carry the weight of distant lands, the heat of deserts, the chill of mountains, and the relentless march through geography. They are echoes of the camaraderie shared, the battles fought, and the sacrifices made.
These simple pieces of cloth and steel hold the dust of countless journeys—marches through unknown terrains, nights under unknown skies and moments when duty outweighed fear. They are not just decorations; they are my legacy, whispering of the unwavering spirit that shaped me.
When I wear them, I do not just wear honours—I wear the pride of every brother in arms who stood beside me. They grant me a title that no rank can surpass: Veteran
A title earned, not given. A title that means I served, I endured and I will always stand tall.
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