Many years ago, I was twenty years old and preparing to cross into Iraq to attack the defensive positions of their ground troops. My blood type was written in big letters over my heart on my flack jacket, as well as on one side of my helmet. On the other side of my helmet was a roster number so that they could quickly order a replacement for my
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And I'm sorry about your friend. I think those situations in which people know they are going to die are the ones that are both the easiest to have grace in and the ones that are absolutely hardest to deal with.
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*hugs*
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carpe diem.
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