One Job May Change Both Our Lives
He had BIG dreams..
He commited all to his country.
He return broken and battered, no longer the same.
His dreams are now different.
His dreams are now MY dreams.
Together we work, rising from the ruins.
Putting the pieces back together.
Walking, running and swimming together.
Living a New life.
Now we are BROTHERS too, in the land of the FREE.
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