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Personal Narrative: The Professional Soldier
The Professional Soldier

The professional soldier is the soldier that puts God, Country, and his fellow soldier

before Himself. The soldier that shows up for duty with the attitude of not what do I have to do

for my Army, but what can I do for my Army. The professional soldier adapts and overcomes

situations that would brake the average man down. The professional soldier is mentally and

physically a weapon to be used against enemies of the United States of America.

I am a professional Soldier. A dedicated warrior on the battlefield and home front.

An American who volunteered his life and family’s time for country. An American that shows

his courage, strength and loyalty both in uniform with his fellow soldiers,

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