Friends are lifes little mystery, and lifes joy that come at unexpected, but at much needed time.
They are the ones that we run to when we need atvice, or need a shoulder to cry on. They are the ones that we tell all the good things happening, and when our life as we know it is coming to an end. Some friends become so close to you, that you think of them as part of your family, as like a brother or a sister. And the day that you loose one, is a day that you feel as though you have lost a family member, and a close personal friend. That is howI felt the day that I lost one of my buddies over in the Big Sand Box (Military term for the Middle East). He is the second on on your right. His name is Cpl Thomas Blair. He died on the front line, fightin for his country. That is the way that he wanted to go. All four of the guys in this pic (at the time of it) are marines. These are my "brothers". While we where all together, we would go everywhere together, and we always seemed to have fun. But on Nov, 2002 we lost one of us.
These are my friends, my family, my heros
2 comments:
I really enjoyed your page Danielle.
Nice post Danielle. You showing off your computer skills and savvy with the way that it is arranged. I am aspiring to become that savvy one day maybe but as we know it will take time.
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