"With the morning mist in my face, I could hardly see at all. But I knew what was facing me, just as the men at my flanks knew. Just as that poor bastard bleeding out on the ground in front of me knew. My saliva thickened, I couldn't manage to swallow. With a throat coated in sand I raised my weapon to eye level, and took aim with sweaty palms. I find a face to bring the cross hairs to, and the face is attempting to do the very same to me. He is only half a step behind. I pull the trigger, as I had done a thousand times in training, but it suddenly felt like a new experience. The tremor of vibration almost knocked me on my ass, it was like a bucket of cold water on my nerves. And in a fraction of a second it was over. A loud snap, the sour smell of gunpowder and the face disappeared. Taking a life feels strange, almost like hitting a raccoon on the highway. You have to keep telling yourself that it just happened..." - War Journal


"On this day, my brother never got to return home. On this day, my kids grew up with out an uncle that they would have loved. On this day, some woman was deprived a husband that she would have adored. On this day, a person's life ended amongst so many more, you could hardly put faces to them...
- Its not just about the people who will miss him. Its about the people who will never even get the chance to even meet him..."