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Love Is A Mystery. We Embrace It Where We Can. Mostly We Do Not Choose Whom We Love. It Just Happens. A Voice Speaks To Us, In Ways The Ears Cannot Hear. We Recognize A Beauty The Eye Does Not See. We Experience A Change In Our Hearts That No Voice Can Describe.

Do Not Complain Of Life's Unfairness. It Is Never Fair - At Best It Is Impartial.

I Am Not Going To Talk About Patriotism, Duty, Liberty, And The Defense Of Freedom Because That's All Dung To A Soldier.

We Make Choices Everyday, Some Of Them Good, Some Of Them Bad. And - If We Are Strong Enough - We Live With The Consequences.

Hate Is The Father Of All Evil.