I hurt for my Marines, goodhearted American guys whoâd bear these burdens for the rest of their lives. And I mourned for myself. Not in self-pity, but for the kid whoâd come to Iraq. He was gone. I did all this in the dark, away from the platoon, because combat command is the loneliest job in the world.
One Bullet Away, Nathaniel Fick (via imadeathdealingkiller)


















