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Four Marines lost their lives to what is being called domestic terrorism. Some sicko with a gun shoots these guys. One of the dead is just 19 years old. I did not cry because I was sad that four American men lost their lives to violence. I cried because for the first time, I'm so glad that you're in Japan, so glad that you're so far away. I'm so glad you're alive.
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Jul 18, 2015
Jul 18, 2015 at 12:37 AM UTC
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Four Marines lost their lives to what is being called domestic terrorism. Some sicko with a gun shoots these guys. One of the dead is just 19 years old. I did not cry because I was sad that four American men lost their lives to violence. I cried because for the first time, I'm so glad that you're in Japan, so glad that you're so far away. I'm so glad you're alive.
I hate this. We lose mere children in uniform every day. And I'm always thankful that it's not mine instead of sorrowful to think that they were someone else's.
MelLittle
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Jul 18, 2015
Jul 18, 2015 at 12:37 AM UTC
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