A friend, a fellow in the great journey got back to me.
We met on this blog.
This is about how important this blog is.

He and I are former soldiers.
He was a flyer.
I was on the ground.
We served.
We both have the ghosts of the past.
We both have the feelings that threaten to crush us under the weight of memory.
We both survived and in that survival bear the burden of lost brothers and sisters.
What we don't share is the pain and his is greater than mine.
His pain is different than mine.
But I am here for him.
As we are here for each other.
As you are here for some one.
Here for someone who has been down your path.
Be at peace that there are warriors who think, feel, want, dream, sing, cry, laugh, smile, bow, stand tall and serve.
Our nightmares are the price we paid and who we really fought for was for our buddies.
There are survivors.
Ask a veteran who they are.