There are days that you think you can't do it anymore. That tou can't go on because it's just going to get worse. So you decided to put an end to it. You make sure there is nobody to stop you. You leave us behind wondering why. How did we not see past your fake smile and how come we couldn't help you. We shed a tear, we sav that it can't be, we blame ourselves. Then we start to accept you're gone, and we never forget. We vow to never met anyone else make that choice. I've lost friends to combat, to accidents, and to sickness. They were difficult losses. This type of lose, to lose the life of a Marine, a brother, a friend to his own demons is a lose that is to difficult to truly accept. Keep close watch on those you care for and call friend. Not all of us voice our pain. Some of us can live like that, but not all. Keep your hearts, your eyes, your ears and your arms open.
