Servering in the Marines...

I know what it's like to stab a Man...
I know what it's like to feel His blood run down My hand...
Time seems to stand still.
I can see every pore on His face.
I can almost count every eyelash.
I can smell His breath.
I can see the light in His eyes go out as He dies.

They train Us to kill, but they dont train Us about the dreams or night mares that We will have for years to come afterwords.

His face haunts My dreams.