*Sigh*

Must life always be so god damn vindictive? It's like the higher power sees me chipper and loving life and gets jelous or something, than casts an impending doom of sorts my way to ruin it all from a time. Just when I had gotten back up onto my feet agin after my split, once yet agin the rug is pulled and down I go. This weekend was filled with plans of happiness two long time friends are in town from far off, one from the Air Force. It's supposed to be a time of joyous rekindleing of memories. Yet that all stops, when one of the fourteen Marines killed this week just happens to be one of the friends who used to run wild with us. Visiting, laughing, joking, drinking. Instead some piece of shit dark complected wanna be fuck face in Iraq has to set a device that kills a good friend of mine and 9 more of his comrades, our fellow country-men. If I could... could only ask for a few momments with the individual or individuals who set that IED, I would ask for this. I would ask for the ability to take out my pain and anger on each one of them then claim their life(s) in retaliation. I am not sure if I will be to conversational at all this weekend yet, you may try if you like, sorry but I can't make any promises. Right now my plans are simple, go to good wattering hole, ask my dear bartender to help relieve some of the pain. It will work for a time. It shall help, I have faith in that. If not then I shall repeat the process all weekend. I am sorry now for offending anyone with the above rant, yet it was just me blowing off some steam. Yes it is a rareity but even the quiet ones get violent sometimes. Take care all!


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