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I feel compelled to write today. Can’t say I’ve ever been compelled to write before, but I was layin’ awake the past hour or so next to Kali and just itching .. I have to put it down here.

We’ve lost some one important … for some reason I don’t think people even realize why I should give a damn beyond the fact that another human life has been snuffed out before its time … but it is important, more then significant to me.

I do not know Marsh that well, did not .. past tense … my first real conversation with him was what finally gave me the realization that it wasn’t the responsibility of someone else to protect this town and its people so much as it is MY responsibility. The responsibility of the individual.

He was clear then. That morning. Everything seemed possible.

I didn’t see the decline, but I have seen similar far too many times. Hell I was nearly one of them.

After the war, after losing so many men that way in that valley in the desert, So many wrote me off. My mind or at least my will to live, to Be was gone. That is why it kills me .. it kills me that Marsh was given up on, given his death like that. I came through it. He was not given the chance to.

Now lies the daunting task before me. Rogue will help … I know I’m not alone in this fight. But with Marsh gone … with everything … the mercs, the time it takes to heal, and now Marsh’s death … Sometimes I’m just …. tired. Tired and not sure if we will ever win.