When I tell people I have been to combat, the first thing someone usually will ask is 'have I killed someone?'
A flicker of horrific endeavors cross my mind, my very soul had turned against me; cold, embarrassed,
and betraying. My greatest battles were not the physical enemy, but my internal self-conflictions.
Your very anger will burn a whole far enough into this very earth that you can see into hell
and the first thing you will hear as your soul takes it's first step into the burning underworld
of screaming agony is all of God's creation standing and applauding at it's feet because God
has rid the earth of it. The colors of this earth are gone, nothing is as bright, and emotions
have been stripped from your very heart. You can no longer feel the intense emotions you long to seek again,
and this life is just another day to accomplish with no reason to enjoy.So, have I ever killed someone?
Yes, my very soul, and hell followed with it. I'm a Marine, and when you get to hell,
tell the Devil I'm coming for him... and my soul is what I seek.