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Today I choose to write because once again I am struggling with the guilt of my surviving my combat service unharmed and getting to go home. My life is a story in contradictions and things I have done or not done, it seems that I am adrift without those anchors I once held to so tightly. I do not feel sorry or ashamed for myself as that is a waste of the priceless gift I have been given by my gods, life. There are so many days now that I miss what I once had, mostly my identity as a soldier and a servant to our great people.
Editorial originally published at Jared Michael Royka's Juxta-Suppose . Reprinted with permission from the author. Copyright 2013 by Jared Michael Royka.