Purple Hearts

 I write this in the wee hours of the night, afraid, but brave. Shivering in the cold of a concentration camp. I tell you P.O.W. that I am not smart, but I feel  a force. I cannot forget. I feel a force guiding my hands to write this so in the heat of battle, you too will be brave. To the slaves that I freed and took a bullet for, I say live free or die a slave. I tell you friend, I feel a divine force guiding me. A divine force that is good. I am not what I appear, but to become a hero, I somehow get my strength from good will. I cannot give up, I have to keep fighting and when my heart is broken and I feel weak, I know that my strength has to come from God for the good of all mankind. When asked how did I save so many men and women in the heat of battle with nothing in return, I will say because I have a heart. A Purple Heart made of Purple Gold, carrying as many people to safety as I can. Live free or die a slave, that phrase I must never forget for my love is superior to all. It’s special… it’s divine…

Purple Hearts 💜