There was no clarity, only the power of his rifle and the proximity of death and his involvement in it all. He didn't know who he was anymore. Maybe he never had. So much had changed in so short a time. He had survived so much yet had so far to go. Would he ever make it home? Who would he be if he did? So many guys he cared about were gone. It was up to him to give their deaths meaning.

-Michael P. Maurer

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