Usually I don't say anything because I'm sure whatever I say will be wrong.

My heart shies away from talking about sorrow because I know that what I feel is pitiful and insignificant, almost insulting, compared to those for whom it is infinite. My mind thinks about how real life is different from movies or books where the main character always pulls through somehow while in real life the hero is as likely to die as anyone else.

Godspeed, my friend. Godspeed.

a post that was left on blackfive.com, a military blog that shows untainted picture of war and loss.