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He Ran As He'd Never Run Before, With Neither Hope Nor Despair. He Ran Because The World Was Divided Into Opposites And His Side Had Already Been Chosen For Him, His Only Choice Being Whether Or Not To Play His Part With Heart And Courage. He Ran Because Fate Had Placed Him In A Position Of Responsibility And He Had Accepted The Burden. He Ran Because His Self-respect Required It. He Ran Because He Loved His Friends And This Was The Only Thing He Could Do To End The Madness That Was Killing And Maiming Them.

War Is Society's Dirty Work, Usually Done By Kids Cleaning Up Failures Perpetrated By Adults.

For Every Veteran Who Goes Through A Divorce, A Wife Goes Through One, Too. For Every Veteran Alone In The Basement, There Is A Wife Upstairs, Bewildered, Isolated And In Despair From The Dark Clouds Of War That Hangs Over Family Life.

I Mean... If You're Raised As A Decent Human Being, Killing Somebody Is Against Every Moral Thing You've Ever Been Taught. And So, Generally, In Combat It's 'krauts,' The 'gooks,' The 'yanks' - Whatever You Want To Do To Try And Make It So That It's Not A Human Being.

I Knew Many Marines Had Done Brave Deeds That No One Saw And For Which They Got No Medals At All. I Was Having A Very Hard Time Carrying Those Medals And Didnt Have The Insight Or Maturity To Know What To Do With My Combination Of Guilt And Pride.