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There isn't much to say. except it's better if i stay. so long and goodbye so long and good bye. I don't know it's like some time in the morning this new concept that there is an am 10 and an am11 is all new to me. Kevin called me this morrning with simi bad news his cartlige and tindions in his hip were torn and he doesn't know weather or not he can stay in the army. The only reason it is not entirly bad news is that we don't know. and maybe he won't have to go to Iraq, I know it's entirely selfish of me but the fact that he would have to go there and stay for 2 years with people shooting at him every day just doesn't sit well with me I'm to young to have my friends start dying on me. I get a little bit antsy when i think they might. two years is a long time to be somewhere with people aiming to kill. i really don't want him to go now though with the messed up hip because damn think about it. the chances of him makeing it back alive then only go down. i'm such a depressing jerk. but i don't want to lose one of my good friends to a god damn stupid ass forign country. this isn't even a good war these crazy ass bastards over there would blow themselves up it they thought it would kill one of the american people. i mean come on you fight in a war you want to live so you can kill as many as possible. damn it. i want stupid shit not to be real the whole fucking world is stupid shit though.