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As the years pass, this day makes reflecting on war/combat one of growing emotions. I assume most of us get more sentimental with age.
The word that lingers more strongly now is guilt. That may sound odd to some. Young men with their entire lives yet to be lived...erased, no future. Why was I spared while other fell? Chance? Fate? The very randomness of living.
Emotions ...words escape me. The only comfort is in a life well lived, holding close those loved ones and trying to make a difference.
If you have experienced combat, the death of friends ...you know.
Semper Fi brothers.
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Don't fear the reaper.
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