well i just learned that my little brother died in a fiery helicopter crash in Chechnya. He was the last one of my family alive today and now that he is dead i feel alone in this world. Now i sit here with a hand grenade with a box of grenades by my my feet ready to pull the pin let it go and blow this place up and join my family. If i live or die it don't matter right now. They want me to go home and take a week off for my self but i have to say no,this depot is all i have left in the world.
- Mood:
Miserable - Listening to: VTO - KOSOVO JE SRBIJA
- Reading: field manuals
- Watching: nothing
- Playing: with a grenade
- Eating: food
- Drinking: vodka two bottles now
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but it's times like those where heroes are born
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You must think: Would your family want you to give up on everything? I'm sure they would wish you pull through and live your life. Honour your brother's memory, and do your best in whatever way you can. Although it doesn't seem like it now, you can overcome this in time. My thoughts are with you.
I was involved in a tornado, that hit a scout ranch in Iowa, it was called Little Sioux, and I lost 4 brothers in scouting there, but one was particularly close to me, almost as if he was the little brother i never had myself. the hardest thing i had to do, was try to take his pulse and try to see if he was alive, even though i seen and knew instantly he wasn't.
It tore me apart, i had a gun against my head even.. but I realized i had to keep going, and live on. I had to keep them in my hearts and keep their memory alive. I would have gladly taken his place, but it wasn't that way. before the tornado hit, we were watching the storm come in, and he pointed out a hole in the clouds, and asked me if they looked like the gates of heaven. I thought he was crazy, but when i looked at him, pale, cold... un moving, i knew instantly where he was. those were his final words to me, "Dont they look like the gates of heaven?"
I'm young, but i've seen many things alot of teens my age should never have to. so please when i say this, be alive, i realize i've commented late, but if your there, hear me out, and I thank you for helping protect me back home in the states, by fighting in the harsh deserts of the middle east.
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