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Today. . . .

Reality hits you so hard sometimes that it feels as if you are being stabbed with icicles. Life can be so cold and peircing. I took part in another Soldier's memorial today. The ceremony is so heartbreaking. With each salute, round fired, and tear that falls I feel another piece of my heart shatter. Such stained beauty. The playing of the bugle, in that slow, sad tone. The figure of a weapon, kevlar, boots and dog tags on display for all to pay tribute to. Another imminent Roll Call that rips my heart from it's chest. The bagpipes bellowing loudly from the back of the chapel. I am not a religious person but I can no longer help but cry when I hear Amazing Grace. That song no longer has any joy. It now signifies another life lost too soon. Another peer, friend, brother or sister that I will not see get off the plane. I am so tired. Even if you do not know the soldier's personally, hearing their tragic story over and over wears on your soul. I hope there is an end to this soon. I just hope it never becomes an easy task for me to harden my heart no matter how many memorials I attend.