By this time, I had wondered if I really knew who Ace was anymore. He had been deployed for so long, and our communications were less than desirable half the time... more miscommunication than not when it came down to the serious stuff. In the end, I decided it didn't really matter... some things were more important than that.
Through the Mist
Through the mist
I see your wings
or is it your pack
no matter
it is still you
- 23 January 2007
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