Eagleanchors’s BodyBlog

Without attempting to get political, and with no disrespect meant to any cause, I’d like to share with you my recent motivation for pushing beyond the point where I want to stop…beyond the point where my body wants to be done.  I’ve been away from home for the last two weeks, with four more to go, training to go to a hard place, and do hard things.  As I compose myself to start each set, I take a moment to consider the man who is already waiting where I’m going…….

 My enemy woke up this morning on a dirt floor.  He ate quickly, before the sun had risen…..day old home made bread, or cold rice and beans.  He didn’t complain…..or even wish for more….he simply ate, knowing his body needed the nourishment.  He set out shortly after finishing, pushing his body up and down mountains higher than I’ve ever seen.  He moved quickly, efficently, on his own territory…a vast expanse that’s been his home for generations.  He knows I’m coming…..he’s waiting.   And he hates.  He hates what I represent….partly out of fear, partly out of dogma, partly out of pure indoctrination, he hates.  And it gives him strength.  Pushes him up mountians, in the frigid air, on little or no food, with little or no rest.  He will not rest.  He will not falter.  He will not fear.  He knows he is a hunted man, but that fact merely gives him courage of conviction.  Complaints, he knows, do nothing but waste oxygen.  He won’t stop.  He prays to his God five times a day for strength…..and each time he rises from his prayer rug, he does so refreshed in the righeousness of his mission.  His mission is to kill me, and others like me.  And he will not rest. 

 I don’t hate him.  I respect him.  He, or his Father, or his older Brother, faced down Soviet Mechanized divisions armed only with WW1 vintage rifles.  And he won.  As a professional, I have the deepest admiration for his dedication, and commitment.  Under different circumstances we would meet as colleauges, brothers in the profession of arms.  But fate would not have it that way.  So I must be strong….I must push……I must run farther, push more…..because he is waiting……and if we meet…..I will not falter either.