Phoenix

"I saw the angel in the marble and carved until I set him free."
 –Michelangelo

The Army has brought much to me in this new life.  I’m reviewing old notes and friends.  Much has changed over the years.  ‘Buelito died, and he is still missed.  I’ve fallen in love over and over again.  I’m still single, and I’ve come to accept that I will die alone.  I’m looking to find some sort of peace of mind.  I read her diary over and over again from start to end, and it still blows my mind.  For such a young mind she was brilliant.  The only thing I can say is that cancer is a bitch.  I’m not one for political blogs, but in short time she spent on this world she touched and moved me.  Not once did I ever comment her or tell her how influential she was.  Her girlfriend took over, and bless her heart for trying to keep up, but it hurts me so much because I miss her.  Every life is precious, and I have to deal with the thought of all the ones I’ve taken myself.

There is a very special place in hell for me.

"Certainly there is no hunting like the hunting of man and those who have hunted armed men long enough and liked it, never really care for anything else thereafter."
–Ernest Hemingway, "On the Blue Water," Esquire, April 1936

"Oderint Dum Metuant"
–Caligula