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I love my job in the military, I love being a nurse, I love saving lives, I hate watching them go. But there is a part of me that is still so empty. A part of me that misses what you all have. Sure I am always that guy over there and never coming home and who really knows what comes next. But I miss the pitching game, the hacky record, the brisk "touch of the nose", the frisbees off the dorms, the "6 foot dark hair cop with a gun", the poop in the back seat, sam bitting aarons neck, strawberry limeades, the bee getting the pollen, the tear over the lack of "magic dipping sauce", the starting quarterback, the Barne chats and many other things. I can't thank you guys enough for remaining a brother to me despite my absence. Sometimes all I have to lean on (other than our Mighty Father) are memories and furture meetings of you all. You know who you are and as I begin this major transition in my life I pray that I get see each of you and spend some time with you all. Pegg, when you once assumed I meant "709 Jordan Ave" as my home, you are right. That is where I found myself and that is where I will always go to and call home! Out here