There is a new Marine here. He is married with a beautiful baby and wife. We hit it off immediately. He is highly doped and sometimes forgets my name. He calls me "the journalist". He often wears dark sunglasses. He lost his leg in Marjah.
He reaches out to clasp my hand when we pass one another in our wheelchairs.
It's a 'blown up thing'.
Sunday, April 25, 2010
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And I am so glad he can reach out to you...noone can understand what you are going through as much as someone in the same situation. You being there has lifted more spirits than you will ever give yourself credit for...you are their angel...
I can just picture it....and I can imagine how he feels. He's in your posse.......
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