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. It hurts to not be there 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.
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Though written from the view from an American soldier, this was written with service members of
all branches belonging to all countries.