Son #life is difficult to interpret but i guess what it all boils down to is the level of joy that you let in your #life. too many people live off of faults and negatives and lets them ruin there day. son i have had my faults, and you can bet i have had my days. we chose our own destinys and follow the paths we want for ourselfs. you are the greatest thing that has ever been place before me and although your mother and i did not work, do not ever think that i do not cherrish everytime i see your face. even though i am gone all the time, my whole world begins and ends with you. i wake up in the morning to your photos all over my room and i lay down with you in my heart. updates are not to common on my side of things but i check the computer everyday hoping to hear about your day. part of you might hate me but son please dont mistake me for the man who did not care at all... you are and will always be my pride and joy, my hope and insperation and the love of my #life. i count the days and the miles back home to you and when your grown just think of us and know it was the pleasure of my #life to be the man privlaged enough to be called your father.

One Step Wait, don't say a word. Everything you see, you've seen before? Take a deep breath and walk next to me, close your eyes and see what you can be. I'm not perfect but your what I need to walk a strait path so baby take the lead. One step forward and two steps back, it will be alright baby I've got your back. Look at the stars, count them next to me. Take a big jump and know your safe and free. So Take the dirt road and live for the night because its one step forward to the rest of your #life

Lost benieth the sattan sheets of white lays my lover i miss tonight. i hear of your comming and i hear stories of your smile and wonder where are you now? we came to the end and you never said a word do you ever re live those moments, those moments you never let me live down? the darkness in the light, the hopeless romace made throuought the night. my story is never told the part of me giving you heart mind and soul, erased by the pain of many months left cold. your eyes they tied me down so hard, and stil they do, i am what i am love me right or steer me wrong, do what you want im still just another name in your song.

Lonesome Walk Just another lonesome walk down the littered streets of a town called Jalalabad. A swift but beautiful gust of wind picks up and in the distance a man peeks out then quickly goes back inside, by the look of things, so would I. Hour six and the leader whispers softly as to not alert anyone "only two more to go" a Soldier sighs and reaches for his water and speaks aloud without meaning as he thinks about home. The night is extremely dark tonight for the#moonhas yet rise above the hillside to the far east, it is just another night in Jalalabad. A cough in the distance breaks the silence, weapons go up in one swift motion as every Soldier hears this, hearts beating through their chest just to see a child fetching water from the almost dry creek bed to their left, weapons go down and smiles go up through the squad and the march continued. thoughts of home are very common on long walks like these, thoughts of loved ones, friends, fast food and everything else america has greatly spoiled them with. poverty is a common thing here with everyone you see, kids playing soccer with flat balls, food is scarce so we do what we can to give. column right says the leader as the squad takes a right on to Marco bazzare, the first paved road all night. it is now 0412 and the sun is is peaking over the mountains, makes you wonder where the#moonwent..., call to prayer plays over the loud speakers and people come out to pray, tired, stressed and hungry the leader loudly yells this time "almost there guys" and a hooah spreads down the road. kids are awake now and the side shops start opening, this is the time where candy and water is usually yelled by the little ones running down the road trying to keep up with the squad, so they do what they can. boots worn down, out of water and two pair of socks later there is a sigh of relief when the trucks appear in the distance. one more day down, one march closer to victory and one day closer to home. just another lonesome walk down the dark, dust filled roads of jalalabad where so many have walked before, there boots will always leave the track of america on that soil, the blood sweat and tears of those who have walked the streets of jalalabad