2nd June 2011

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My love…

My love…

1st June 2011

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The beautiful face of courage: Lance Cpl. William Kyle Carpenter USMC
Carpenter, 21, of Gilbert lost the eye, most of his teeth and use of his right arm from a grenade blast Nov. 21 near Marjah, Helmand Province, Afghanistan.Friends and family say he threw himself in front of the grenade to protect his best friend in Afghanistan, Cpl. Nick Eufrazio
This deserves more notes then anything on Tumblr. It’s sad to say stupid pictures of a flower some girl takes with a Nike D40 that her parents bought her for christmas or a picture of A Day To Remember has more notes then this. The world is fucked up. So much respect for this man.

Courage.

The beautiful face of courage: Lance Cpl. William Kyle Carpenter USMC

Carpenter, 21, of Gilbert lost the eye, most of his teeth and use of his right arm from a grenade blast Nov. 21 near Marjah, Helmand Province, Afghanistan.

Friends and family say he threw himself in front of the grenade to protect his best friend in Afghanistan, Cpl. Nick Eufrazio



This deserves more notes then anything on Tumblr. It’s sad to say stupid pictures of a flower some girl takes with a Nike D40 that her parents bought her for christmas or a picture of A Day To Remember has more notes then this. The world is fucked up. So much respect for this man.

Courage.

1st June 2011

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The Bronx.

The Bronx.

1st June 2011

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Headstone.

Hello my dear.
It’s so nice to see you here.
How long has it been?
Oh it feels like years, but I’m sure it’s just been days.
I’ve been walking around alone, drunk and missing you at home.
You know I’ll never feel the same, or ask another girl to take my name.
I think I’ve been stopping by too much,
I don’t want you to get sick of me.
On my way home from the Copper Coin, it’s this or I jump into the sea.
I will never forgive myself for not being there to protect you,
I should have been at home instead out trying to forget you.
Just one fight and I’m out the door.
What kind of man am I?
I swore I’d never leave your side.
Hello my dear, it’s so hard to see you here.
How long has it been since we put you in the ground?
It feels like days, but it’s been years.
And please don’t call me baby, it’s just too hard to hear.
Leave you flowers at your headstone and just sit and talk to you my dear.