Here in the States, it's Memorial Day, and I am quickly reminded that many Americans still do not understand what today is about. There are some here that are service veterans and some of those, combat veterans - I am of the former, and thus far, still kickin'. I met many great folks whilst enlisted, and some straight-up terrible people. I have had a handful of my comrades die over the years, some overseas fighting a jew war and others back in-country, in an entirely different battle - some suicide on-the-button, suicide-by-cop, and others 'accidental overdose' - make of that what you will. We were early 20s when we all met (some 18), which typically means things can and will most likely change drastically as life goes on - these cats were still good people after they made it back and for some, even 10+ years after we first met. I miss them. Point is, some of us at times, do not feel well, or need some help - I carry the same dark-passenger, and have some quite some time. Luckily I have the best woman to run this op we call life with, and she is very understanding - all I must say is 'babe, I'm struggling today' and she's there to help. The key is to acknowledge this feeling and more importantly, communicate it; support structure is imperative. Keeping it silent will only make it fester, and dope (in all of it's forms - booze, reefer, morphine - etcetera) only makes it worse. I am not a medical professional so I am not advocating taking or not taking meds, if that works for the individual, but I am a full proponent for a 'drug-free' path at every turn where it is possible. For any other vets reading this (and anyone else really), if you or another vet you know struggles, check on 'em, sometimes we just need to take a knee and catch our breath - let us stay off of the list intended for this day. That is all. Airborne! All the Way!