I am but one of the few who adopted the profession of arms, submitted my own free will to a law of perpetual constraint of my own accord. I resist my right to live where I choose, to say what I think, to dress as I like. It needs but an order to settle me from my family and dislocate my normal life.On the word of command, I must rise, march, run, endure bad weather, go without sleep or food, be isolated in some distant post, work until I drop. I have ceased to be the master of my own fate. If I drop in my tracks, if my ashes are scattered to the four winds, that is all part and parcel of my job

loving, caring, faithful, beautiful, sincere & god fearing