I had always wished on a better days and always dreamed of another life. Nor do i regret the life that was given to me.
But i had disrupted the course of nature in the life i am running.
Nine months and Twenty Eight minutes have passed by.
Some days i forget what the look of beauty you carry around. I have nights where am locked away inside the mind of a mad man. I wish for more better days. I miss my friends i had back at home.
The days always seem more and more longer then ever. Food is starting to taste like well like nothing.

I don’t know how many more miles there is ahead of me.
I do not know how far my faith will guide me threw this war.

But in the end i will hope i will always be there near you as the days grow old!
Yours Truly: Logan

“You ready to head out?” Mark spoke to Logan in a firm but friendly tone of matter.

“Yes sir. Just need to straighten few things out.” Logan said.

“Alright you have twenty five minutes to get your shit together and then were out of here!” Mark said.