The Point of My Existence

Words randomly scrawled in a notebook became love letters to veterans and law enforcement. Yes, I love my warriors where would we be without them? This is not poetry, but prose. Nothing rhymes but it all has a reason. Some of it may not make sense unless you've been there in the fight or have a close relationship with someone who has. Warning: some of this stuff is dark, but so is the journey on which they have embarked.