Posted on 06/07/2014 2:02:11 PM PDT by don-o
It was as though I was watching myself die from afar, witnessing my own life slip away from me. I looked at my Marines as they knelt around me, hitting and screaming for me to wake up, crying out for my life. All I wanted was to comfort them in what I imagined were my last moments.
I had so much to say: I wanted them to know everything would be okay and that I was no longer in pain, but the strength to speak escaped me. I was proud of them and they needed to know they had done everything possible to save me, and if I was to die it was not by their hand. They needed to hear that I would see them all again. But as what little strength I had faded, as the darkness began to surround me, I was sure that death was inevitable.
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soetoro has cheapened and made worthless all of the sacrifices made by our warriors in the fight against islam.
Oh, dear, what have we done to deserve brave men like this? Tears....
“Every step we take in life has a purpose, even the steps that cost us something we thought we couldn’t live without.”
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