Dear Sister's,
                  I remember when you arrived on that very first day. You looked really sad and had nothing to say. The pain in your eyes told your story all to well. But I knew in my heart you still had a story to tell. When I looked at your face I could your pain. Because what you held inside could drive a sane man insane. You have seen and did a lot of things. Some of them bad. Some of what you did would make a happy person sad. But let me tell you this sister's. Do not despair. Now that your changing your life you are going somewhere. You have told your story and freed your soul. So put the bad things behind you because now they are old. Now you have pep in your step and your swagger is back. And in a matter of time there will be nothing you'll lack. You are beautiful human beings and you deserve the best. And so far lady's you have past the test. So keep pushin' my sister's. Don't stop tryin'. You already shed your tears. So now you can stop cryin'. By the grace of God you have gone through the fire. If someone tells you different they're a bold face liar. So from the bottom of my heart I know you'll recover. Sincerely yours. Your recovery brother.    c. R. Mendoza

Although we are known as veterans we're still soldiers in our heart. And although the war still rages on, we still remain to do our part. We still remain to carry the burden and the tears of the soldiers who have died. And we still remain to see our wounded friends. That's their testament that they tried. And although we no longer fight on the ****** battle field of hell. We still remain behind for those who will listen to the stories that we tell. We tell of friendships that were forged like a precious diamond in time. And of the  love we have for soldiers that no one can ever define. Our war rages on inside of us for an eternity with no peace. Because as long as our comrades die the war for us does not cease. We still remain to fight our silent battle and to shed our silent tear. But we still remain to show our comrades that we're still soldiers who still care. There is nothing that can silence our battle cry and nothing can ease our pain. Because we will always be soldiers. We are the veterans who still remain. c. R. Mendoza