well its late, i cant sleep, and that breeds one thing, thoughts on life. And when one thinks about their life how can it be described? Mine oddly seems to be death. My job is to kill, destory, cause pain, cause death. Im supposed to call in artillery rounds on living things. Cause heartbeats to stop, cause lives to end. hopefully it will be
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"I find it hard to tell you
I find it hard to take
When people run it circles
It's a very very mad world."
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I can only wish you the best of luck and hope that, when you're back, we can have another conversation that drifts into ungodly hours of the night. One that may have no meaning to others, but means more than the world to us.
Does this sound too touchy-feely? I think it might. Anyway...I had heard everyone wants to rule the world.
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When i come home we are required to have some beers and have another one of those talks. One things for sure, that time cant come soon enough
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Come home...
::tear::
But seriously...best of luck as always. Things on the homefront will be held together, waiting for you. I have nothing but the utmost confidence in you, that you will show strength in the heat of the moment, that you will display courage on the field of battle, that you will come back home safe, along with your brothers in arms. If anyone can do it, you can.
God speed.
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