I know how you clear a room.
I recognise your movements in pitch dark.
I know how you move your weapon.
I know what you look like, exhausted….and still pushing.
I know the weight you carry without ever saying a word.
I know I can call you at 3 AM, world falling apart, and you’ll be there.
No questions. No hesitation.
These men don’t come around often.
Count yourself lucky (truly lucky) if you have friends like that.
I do. And I’ll never take that for granted.
Thank you, brother. You know who you are.
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