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Goodbye Wade and Michael.
How did everything get so fucked up?
I had dreams for weeks before the battery deployed. I knew this one would be different; would be fatal. I wanted my premonitions to be wrong. I wanted to be wrong. I wanted Francois to be right when he said it would be ok that day four and a half years ago when our life changed. There's no going back. No turning back the clock to before our innocence was lost and the twinkle in his eye was still bright. War turns people to stone; takes the warmth from their eyes and replaces it with fear and anger and sadness. We have done so much good, but this cost is in more than blood. And still, there is too much blood.
How did everything get so fucked up?
I had dreams for weeks before the battery deployed. I knew this one would be different; would be fatal. I wanted my premonitions to be wrong. I wanted to be wrong. I wanted Francois to be right when he said it would be ok that day four and a half years ago when our life changed. There's no going back. No turning back the clock to before our innocence was lost and the twinkle in his eye was still bright. War turns people to stone; takes the warmth from their eyes and replaces it with fear and anger and sadness. We have done so much good, but this cost is in more than blood. And still, there is too much blood.