To that nameless someone,
There is so much I would say about the time I spent in the military. The first few days were brutally difficult. Thousands gathered in one place, each with their own story lost amidst the uniform, locked at heart. My immature self needed time to adjust, to recognize that my uniqueness was no more. This pen and paper may be the only source of light that still shines as memories to the one lost for all, soon to take form as an individual, unique, special.
Thank you for the time spent reading this. Thank you for your prayers.
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