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I saw a soldier coming home from Iraq today. He was comming home on the back of a green pickup with military personel driving it down the highway. In a coffin. The nameplate of who he had been on the back, flag drapped over the coffin and his boots strapped on top. I've never felt like the war in Iraq was any closer than I did today. I could imagine the Iraqi villages that he must of fought in, and i realized that this soldier was probably about my age. I really felt sorrow because of it.
I still can't think of him without crying.
I still can't think of him without crying.