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I sit in front of a white marble slab, turf grass shakes around me like an ocean ripple that doesn’t seem to stop. American flags line up and down a vast valley of white. The weather is beautiful, there isn’t a cloud in the sky and you hear the birds singing. There isn’t any noise from the street, it is Sunday morning and everyone is either sleeping or at church. I look upon the cross to see three words and a date, Alex Lee Johnson 4-19-1986 – 7-24-2007. I’m looking upon the grave of my friend who gave his life for a war that meant nothing to many of us. Alex grew up with me back in Miami, near St. Andrews peak. We did everything together, he was strong and brave. Back in the 90’s Miami was a tough place to live, growing up there was even tougher. His family was middle class like mine, they didn’t own much. When we both turned 5 my dad got us into fighting. For years we trained together. Alex became my brother. As we grew up through the years we went through a lot together, friends getting killed, his parents splitting up, and finally him having to
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