For our fallens soldiers, friends and family.
Oh im a tough ass, I don't feel shit. Its a "oh he died" moment and im strong in front of my wife.
I almost feel like crying. I lost a friend and I... I don't know or understand. WHAT THE **** DID HE DIE FOR?!?! he was me... he was you.. he was a good person... better than me. he was a decent guy, im so ****ed up. i wish it was me. im so cold and money seeking whore. i'd never die for the reasons he died. what the ****? I don't feel anything for most people. Narcissistic, its what they call that. What he was, is now the past tense. All his thoughts and dreams, behind him. Anything he wanted to do, any of his goals... unachievable.
Maybe im a *****. *edited for reasons known to me*
HE wasn't my best friend, and I miss him. what did he die for?!>
If a law is unjust, a man is not only right to disobey it, he is obligated to do so. ~ Thomas Jefferson
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