The true definition of the word "War" per various defining sources is: "A state of open, armed, often prolonged conflict carried on between nations, states, or parties." And a true definition of the word "Nurse" per various defining sources is: "A person educated and trained to care for the sick or disabled." I chose to become a part of the second definition. My main being in life besides that of a family member is to help another human being to become well or to assist them to gain the ability to care for themselves doing their disabling times. Never would I have thought that my career would have taken me into the vials of pure hell! But, it did. Not after I became an adult in a world that sometimes seems unfair. Not after I became a member of my country's armed forces. But after I went to live up to my responsibilities as an Army Nurse to assist those in need; did such a saddening of events occur. Events that I sometimes would prefer to forget. Events that won't stay out of my memory. Events that were at times enjoyable and others not worth the seconds or minutes they took to become processed. This is my story; this is the person I am. This is the person I became. This is the person I shall remain to be "An Army Nurse" proud to have provided the best service I could have in disastrous times when your daily routine 24/7 was often to work while wearing gas masks. Or in strenuous times when the casualties from all sides would mount and you would find yourself working on persons from other countries, such as the enemies whose hygienic way of cleaning themselves was by using their hands instead of tissue. Or in less patient times when the anxiety of participation to get this war finally started and over with would put you in the role of confidant to your peers and them to you. This story welcomes you to find the inner strength to say regardless what comes along in life, you can say, "I can beat this obstacle." "Yes I Can!"