Tears me up everytime one of my green brothers dies. Reminds me of the ones I knew were lost. When they call out the star number for the last time after taps, it's really hard to keep that composure. But, you have to remember no matter what you are feeling, their familes feel it 100 times over. My payers are with the family. I'll never get past the little boy with his mother with that 1,000 yard stare. Everytime I hear of one of these deaths, it brings back some pretty painful memories. Words can't adequately express.
Glock 17, 19, 20SF, 21C, 22, 26, 27, Glock E-Tool, Glock knife
Quod ego haereticus appellari sequere Jesum.
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