Now someone is and someone as we speak they have.
The stigma she must hide.
Fighting next to you on the battle field.
Being pschizophrenic she slipped through.
If being female wasn't hard enough.
For the sake of argument,
she's better at her job than all the rest.
Her medication by another in her bag discovered.
Another soldier opened by mistake.
Impeckable her actions.
Having thoughts if your not biased you should never have.
Should he spread the truth around?
Should he take the medication to a higher officer?
Does she have any rights under hippa or
the Americans with disabilities act.
Keep in mind that in this country
by not telling there's many same such jobs.
But then again there's combat.
And your there next to left or right.
What does one do?
What is right?
Has she any rights what if you never knew.
Other than you knowing, knowing not.
How do we judge or do whats right and distinguish.
Or is this not a problem in a battle fought each day.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem