I was over seas for a little over a year. When I came home nothing was the same. I had enlisted with one of my high school friends. She was killed in action, 3 weeks before she would have gone home, 5 weeks before I came home.

She was an amazing friend. Always found a way to make people laugh, even if they didn't want to or were having a bad day.

I've been told by my family that I've changed. That I'm not the same person I use to be. But that's because of what I went threw when I was over there. I saw my friend die.

Last thing she said to me was "Don't lose you spark of madness. Its what keeps you sane."