It’s like this everyday: You have victories, but your defeats outnumber them by far, and you remember the names and faces of those who lost. My brother’s friend since 1st grade, Justin, was described to me as an average person and just like everyone else when he was growing up with Shane (my brother). At the age of 19, he enlisted in the U.S. Marine Corps. On the brink of 3 years later, he returned but he was not as he was when he left. He seemed paranoid; asking many questions about pointless details. On the 4th of July, 2008, they had a surplus of fireworks to display at Ontario beach. Justin came along but things didn’t go all too swimmingly. As the works exploded in mid-air, Justin’s face showed the fear and training in him. He ran behind a tree and started to scream; remembering the Iraq firefights and airstrikes all around him. He explained to us how strange it was to live in the sand for 3 years, and then just come home to the busy metropolis of Rochester. Justin told us of how it felt to kill another person; saying how time slowed down so he and his enemy could meet eyes. “As I fired at the enemy, I closed my eyes from the dirt and sand hitting my face from the recoil and the loud sonic boom my rifle created. Opening them, the only thing I could see 3 small circles of blood from my 3 or 4 round burst on the wall behind where he was standing. My body froze for about 10 seconds after the firefight was over, and I just sat there.” I believe no war on earth or even on the moon, preemptive war or emptive war. Defensive or offensive is worth losing or winning to anyone…..this I believe.