There are people you love in this world. For example: I love Joni and Critters and Jess'ca. I love Anna and Brita and Nicole and Caroline. I love Patsy and Audrey and Brooke and Taylor and Brit. And I love Lynne and Julie and Katie and Kristin and Rebekah.
I've lost two people I love within almost one short year of each other. But what I've lost is nothing compared to what one of my best friends lost. My best friend lost her father, and now her brother due to war. Men like this are fighting and dying everyday. Why can't we just end the war? What is so special about sending troops on the field to die? What's so wrong with peace?

This is for you, sweet girlie Dawn. I love you bunches. RIP to your brother and your dad. Because my heroes, and your heroes, are wearing combat boots.

He sees the broken bodies around him
He waits for the war cry
And wonders if he'll make it home
To tell his baby son goodbye

The fear is all around him
The death of a good friend
His holds the letter he received today close
Lets his heart hold his love in

He's fighting for my freedom
His love for his country shows
But his light shines through his invisible cape
Because my hero wears army clothes