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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carpe diem.
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i hope you have someone(s) around this week - and forever - that not only understand your world but are a huge physical part of it right now. whatever that means to you. your posts have been beautiful and, i hope, therapeutic but i worry that you are putting so much energy, rightfully so, into being there for others and sometimes, in times like this, we forget about ourselves. don't do that. make sure you are taking care of yourself, too.
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