When I first met you, I thought you were a civilian,
Your hair, boots and dress sense confused me then.
Realizing soon that it was simply that you’re foreign,
Its pretty cool that you break the mound in our world of men.
Then as we smoked drinking coffee one day,
I found out that you are also a mother.
A soldier, a mother and then also a philosopher!
Someone who considers the comrades around her.
This short piece of prose is to pay you respect,
It’s rare in our line of work to find someone who doesn’t deflect.
Someone who genuinely engages, empathizes and trusts,
For work to be vaguely pleasant: Go-Diva, you’re a must!
