I'm alive. I found a pulse, and it is still beating. We are wounded, and wounds from your own hurt worse than wounds from the enemy. But we are alive. Still. Slowly that determination to survive is seeping back in. But we hurt. It is going to take some time to heal. I haven't been through this before, so I am still puzzled at what it will take. A path with no map.
But we are breathing, and we are sticking together in it. These are good things.
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