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Just another day....

No different than any other, so unfortunately I am still in the battle space. I miss my wife and children and family so much now. I have been here for approximately seven months and it seems like seven years at times. I need to stop talking....tired now.

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Anonymous said…
Sinead is relevant.
Dkelsmith said…
Ummm..Okay. But your comment is not relevant to my post. And next time, be kind enough to leave an email address.
Anonymous said…
Been stopping by every now and then. First came across your blog when you commented on a friend's blog last year. Hope all is well with you and the time flies till you get to be home with your family again. My family prays for you all every day. Stay strong.
Anonymous said…
Damn Kelly. Thanx for finally posting some. Any "I am still alive" will be appreciated.

You might not imagine, but there are ppl, even not being one of ur closest friends, who care and worry about u.

Stay alive my dear friend!

Jan, the German

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