You just don't get it, do you? You don't understand why most of my heart goes to men you don't even know. Why the only time I cry, is with someone who was In Country with me. Someone who saw what I saw. Someone who heard what my ears heard. Someone who smelled what I did. Someone who FELT the same fear I did. You cannot know. I don't expect you to know. I would hope you don't ever have to know. I only ask that you respect the fact, that this is my hell, and I must be there. And when I am in this hell, I ask for the greatest gift. That you understand and respect the price paid. So that neither you, nor my sons, nor my daughters, would ever have to pay such a price. I ask for you to understand that men who meant more to me than my own blood died, crying, and begging for help, and I was helpless. And while I am in this Hell, my only comfort can be, that My Brothers will always know I Did My best |
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