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Sorry for your loss.
Best wishes to you, your country and your brave people
The hot summer of 2017 will never return , but I carry it within me. And if beyond the edge there is even a drop of wine we will drink it together, like back then.
Friends, wait for me where souls fade like shadows at sunset, where everything ends in silence and cold.
Where no one calls your name anymore
Soon I’ll be at war. Finally. I’ll be there - where no one has anything left to say.
Not Me.
stay safe. go not to die, but to protect others.
I think you should give yourself time to mourn instead of signing up to any contracted periods of service that you will be unable to walk back on later. If you are truly committed to something, then you will do it while your head-space is clear, and with all your wits in-tune.
To emphasise on the first post of this forum: "no one wins in war"; you won't be getting him back through fighting Russians. There is no "avenging" him, there will only be more bloodshed; and another Mother who loses her son fighting a war for the politicians.
is like a pine without its root.
Standing alone in the storm,
he himself turns into dust
Impermanence (無常)
But what kind of freedom is that, if it is given through murder?"
I am drunk again. Only after drinking do I find the strength and pitiful courage to say anything at all. Right now there is nothing but emptiness and despair inside me. I lie under the weight of alcohol and realize - with a weapon or without one, I will never be happy.
My only happiness remains there in my beloved TF2. And this world with its endless war, only spits in my face, only humiliates me.
It is not normal when young men are buried by their parents. I have already stood at three such funerals. And I still don’t understand.
I simply don’t understand.
Not me.