He stopped loving her a long time ago. Maybe after May fifth, when he had stopped loving himself.There was so little left to love anymore. He had loved some of the guys around him but they were gone now. He loved his rifle. Beyond that, there was no love. Maybe he had to let go of love to do these things.

-Michael P. Maurer

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