Petty words will never ease the hurt of losing loved ones. Blood means nothing when you're in the desert except that someone is probably dying. You'll gladly fight for that sad bastard in front of and behind you.
Several more Regulars are making that final ride home. Please keep my boys and their families in your thoughts until they can come back home at the end of this year. Makes me miss being out in the desert with them.
Twenty-one lines to emphasize the twenty-one gun salute that we render for our soldiers. In the military, you become family when you spend a year in the dust. Nothing matches the bond that is created and needed out there. Nothing.
Rough draft. Figured I'd throw it up here to get some help from those whose skills lie in words and not fights.READ ME
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