Guns were being fired the day you left for war. I couldn’t stop the tears that fell down my pale cheeks… there was nothing anyone could do to cheer me. I heard the children scream at me from the window but I couldn't console them… all I saw was you in a desert so far away. You told me nothing would happen; you said you’d come back safely. Those were the last words I ever heard from you. The last time I saw you was the day you walked down those stairs too a war that didn't deserve your help. Your eyes so full of love… your voice full of peace. A Minister would have been a better profession than a Marine. Now I stand at your grave with roses as red as the blood on your hands and I cry. I scream.... I fall… and I sit there begging the heavens above to bring you back to me. To not let this be the end of your smiling face or your warm hands holding mine, I scream that justice comes to those who have turned our blue skies grey. And I fall silent… and I pray that you and I will meet again in the future and that I shall never forget you. **I love you.