The Thin Red Line, 1st Sgt. Edward Welsh

Everything a lie. Everything you hear, everything you see. So much to spew out. They just keep coming, one after another. You’re in a box, a moving box. They want you dead or in their lie. Only one thing a man can do: Find something that’s his. Make an island for himself. If I never meet you in this life, let me feel the lack. A glance from your eyes and my life will be yours.