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Dear anyone who listens,

It’s hard for me to write.

It’s so strange being back here, back where it’s safe, and I’m all alone. We longed for the moment we could finally go back home, our families and loved ones were constantly in the back of our minds. But now that it’s over and I’m here, I would gladly give it all away for my soldiers to come back to life.

No one here understands, and I guess you had to be there to get it, but those man were real. They were true and honest and brave, and they fought for things bigger than themselves, and seeing everyone here, fighting for nothing BUT themselves, it almost feels as if they died in vain.

Being around my parents feels weird, and I miss Larry. He would know exactly what I mean, exactly why being here feels wrong. I don’t feel like I deserve anything anymore, no money, love or wellbeing, and I think Larry would get that too. I really hope he’s out there somewhere, and clinging to that sensation that he’s still around helps me a little and gives me a little hope.

I guess I’m glad I was able to write all of this down.

Maybe I’ll get out of here soon, maybe I’ll go somewhere far away. I hope I can be inspired again someday, I really hope I’ll find my hope.