Days come and days go and all seem to slowly crawl by. Too much time to think of things of the past and nothing of the future. For not one day is promised to us each and every one is a loan. It would be nice to eventually have a woman who i can kiss,hug,love and hold to the end of time. But I know for soldiers like me that is just a dream. Happiness is just a word of hope that never seems to exist. For combat changes a person mentally,physically,emotionally, and spiritually. For some it is a good thing and then there are those of us that doctors say are damaged goods from it. For us things will never be the same. Because it takes just a smell,sight, a sound or something along that nature and we thing we are back in combat not by choice but because of what we went through. It makes it hard for someone to love us for we are unpredictable and the consequences can be catastrophic. So why do people always say there is someone out there somewhere for us when many who try to understand what we go through can't or won't or even give us the time of day. Most tend to say we're crazy but we aren't we have been put in situations that take special men and women to do it. And most don't seem to care or want to call us baby killers or that we fight a wrong war or something along those lines. How can someone say that when they sit on their ass safe and sound in their homes and go to work,school or just stay in their homes and do nothing and want to talk shit about those of us who are willing to put our lives on the line and try to make the difference knowing damn well that we may never see home again.