Bad days on the horizon.

I'm going in voluntarily to a mental health facility. Things are going down the tubes faster than crap on Superbowl Sunday. I hopefully will return soon, in much better shape than I am now. Keep in mind one thing. Old soldiers don't die, they just go missing in action, if they are lucky.

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[kalash93]

I wish you the best, my friend.

Of course, because it's me...

No idea why he called it "Sprint" the actual title means "[The/A/Ø Order Came]

Lyrics (It's not the best translation, but I recon that it's 80% accurate.):

Prishel prikaz, i po prikazu my vstaem,
The order came, and by the order we stand
Vzjav AKS sadimsya noch'yu v samolet,
We held or AKS's on the plane through the night
V tot ranniy chas, kogda zemlya vokrug spala,
for many hours. When we arrived
V Afganistan prikazom volya zavela.
in Afganistan by the order given, it will be done.

Afganistan proklyatyy gornyy, dikiy krai,
Afganistan, damned mountains, harsh land.
Prikaz prostoi: vstavai, idi i umirai,
Orders are simple: Get up, go, and die,
No, kak zhe tak, ved' na zemle vesna davno,
but how? And now so far away
A serdce rezhet mechta i goresti polno.
My heart still aches.

Moi drug upal, litso krasivoe v krovi,
My friend fell. His face exploded in blood.
On umiral, vdali ot rodiny zemli,
He died, so far from home.
Smotrel s nadezhdou v golubye nebesa,
He thought he saw hope in the blue sky
I vsyo sheptal, prekrasen nash Afganistan.
And all failed; our lovely Afghanistan.

Afganistan proklyatyy gornyy, dikiy krai,
Afganistan, damned mountains, harsh land.
Prikaz prostoi: vstavai, idi i umirai,
Orders are simple: Get up, go, and die,
No, kak zhe tak, ved' na zemle vesna davno,
but how? And now so far away
A serdce rezhet mechta i goresti polno.
My heart still aches.

Afganistan, grohochet gde-to pulemyot,
Afghanistan, around the machine gun rumbles
Afganistan, vchera pogib mal'chishek vzvod,
Afghanistan. It killed the boys yesterday.
Ihk komandir, kogda na belyt sneg upal,
Their commander, when he fell onto the snow, cried out
Rossiya mat', on pered smert'yu prosheptal.
"Mother Russia" as he fell dead.

Afganistan proklyatyy gornyy, dikiy krai,
Afganistan, damned mountains, harsh land.
Prikaz prostoi: vstavai, idi i umirai,
Orders are simple: Get up, go, and die,
No, kak zhe tak, ved' na zemle vesna davno,
but how? And now so far away
A serdce rezhet mechta i goresti polno.
My heart still aches.

A kto proshyol, cherez ogon' i cherez smert',
And he who after all the fire and the death,
Domouu prishel, ego vstrechayut mat', otets.
Came home, returned to his mother and father.
On vspominal o nevernuvshihsya druz'yah,
He remembers his fallen friends
I vse sheptal, nu pochemu pogib ne ya?
And asked, why did I come home and you did not?

Afganistan proklyatyy gornyy, dikiy krai,
Afganistan, damned mountains, harsh land.
Prikaz prostoi: vstavai, idi i umirai,
Orders are simple: Get up, go, and die,
No, kak zhe tak, ved' na zemle vesna davno,
but how? And now so far away
A serdce rezhet mechta i goresti polno.
My heart still aches.
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Here's a poem I wrote for a character, but think that it fits you pretty well.
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“There Last Night”

They ask me many things.
Sometimes they ask me nasty things.
They ask me what I’ve seen, what I’ve done, and where I’ve been.
They want to know places and dates – for actions and of every fight.
I simply reply that I was there last night.

Oh yes, it ended years ago, according to those who write the books.
And it’s a week’s journey, according to those at the train station.
I tell them that they’re wrong, and they give me dirty looks.
Even when they humor me, and their manners are polite,
No one believes that I was there last night.

I was there at Herat, Angbar, Bagram, and Kandagar.
Some laugh, saying they’d love to travel even half so far.
They don’t know the truth of how it was.
Their smiles reach all the way, and like soldiers’ boots, their eyes shine so bright;
They shone like mine before I saw the things that I relived there last night.

I keep to myself.
Everything stirs up those unwanted memories.
Only the air hears my pleas.
I don’t want to revisit those days or that fight.
But without fail, against my wishes, as always, I was there last night.
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Don't you dare quit, Drak! I want you to not only feel better, but to actually be better. It will be grueling, but you are a tough man; I have faith in you! If you anyone can do it, then you most definitely can. You're one of the toughest bastards I know, period. You still have untapped decades ahead of you. After having sufered so much, you fully deserve and ought to live everything to the fullest as much as you can. Few have won their peace, and fewer deserve it, moreso than you.

You are not weak for being hurt. There is no shame in being scarred by your experiences. If you were a horrible person, a monster, then you wouldn't care. But you do care, and therefore you are a human being who can learn, cope, and recover. You do have the power to make choices. You do have the power to change. You shalln't be alone; your friends stand with you!

Every one of us from the /riff/ chat -- Elec, Sigma, Atlas, Silent, Twow, Regidar, RainbowBob, AB, CartsBeforeHorses, Nyx, SC276, Steven, Chris, Lich, Erickilla, Loyal, Type, Red, Scarlet, FallenPrime, Dancer, Simon, Glowbo -- we all want you to get better, and wish you the best. We all believe in you.

So, go, do what you must. Take a day or a century. But, please, Draklox, my friend -- our friend, be strong and be happy.

I salute you. I know it's not the U.S. form, but I have no other images on my new computer, nor do I have a camera.
I shall dedicate my next war story to you.
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[EvilRat]

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Oh, I never said I was dying. I'm finally doing what I should have done years ago. Besides, you think I'd let you kids be rid of me that easy?

[kalash93]

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Oh, I never said I was dying. I'm finally doing what I should have done years ago. Besides, you think I'd let you kids be rid of me that easy?

Oh, I don't think you're dying -- never suggested that. Dedicating a story is my way of saying that I deeply respect you and think that some element of your story or personality deserves some attention. Now, I'd be pretty bummed if you just deserted us and went AWOL. Terminological butchery aside, you know what I mean.

[kalash93]

Years later, I remember you, I hope you are alright.