The Woman Wore Combat Boots

For ten years I wore the same shoes, two basic colors; black or khaki.

They were heavy, sometimes cumbersome, but my feet were never cold or damp.

I treated those boots with respect, when they got wet I would dry them with my hair dryer, when we were in the bush, they were ignored, because we had other things to worry about: like staying alive.

They got muddy, wet, uncomfortably soggy, but I still had my feet!

Having feet and boots are important when you have to haul ass in another direction.

Don’t get me wrong: I loved my M- 60 sub- machine weapon, it saved my life too, but if my feet couldn’t carry me out of danger, my M- 60 could kill anyone and did!

So I guess my boots were my armor and my M-60 was my support, either way;

I wouldn’t be here today without either of them!

But be informed:

A woman that fought in Vietnam, and lived with Nazi’s in Berlin Germany, and served with pride is forgotten.

We come home broken, our minds are in flight or fight.

I thank God for my feet, cuz I still have them, although they hurt at times, as far as flight; well that becomes a habit.

Women- really brave women, they cuss worse than men, they put people in their place when they walk on their toes, but if by chance you love a woman that carries this history with her;

Be kind, love her when she needs it; don’t make promise:ever!

And you probably won’t even notice she’ll never truly love you,

Because she wore combat boots, walked through tons of mud, took care of her feet:

Because she’ll someday take a walk, with you or within you!

Depends on what weapons you like!!!!

And you really need to know how to use them, women aren’t show and tell, they’re all show!!!

Remember she’s about God and Country!!!

Then you might be safe!!!

Whoorah!