. . . Thank You for Your Lives

IT HAPPENED that two very active members of our group retired from the Army within a short time of each other, and returned to their home states. One of those men is the closest friend, without exception, that I have ever had. Yet I felt absolutely no sadness, loneliness, or loss at his departure. To me, he has not left the group; he has only physically gone to another place for a while. I know that, God willing, we will meet again, as we already have on one occasion since he left. He is still only a phone call away. The letters that we exchange are like written AA meetings. He didn't run... Login to read more
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