sometimes i feel sad. sometimes i wonder about the 'what if's. yet sometimes it totally doesn't matter at all. how long more can i keep my hand extended? i wonder what's my breaking point. it's time -- the effort is no longer mine to make.

memories linger -- a haunted man i am, not quick to forget. but i thank those who have been there with me, for me. i'll be watching your backs; i know you'll be watching mine too.

a tribute to field camps -- where the true character of a person comes out into the open.