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I spent forever searching for this information. YMMV.

Need more friends with wings

All the angels I know

Put concrete in my veins

I’d always walk home alone

So I became lifeless

Just like my telephone

There’s nothing to lose

When no one knows your name

There’s nothing to gain

But the days don’t seem to change

Never played truth or dare

I’d have to check my mirror

To see if I’m still here

My parents had no clue

That I ate all my lunches

Alone in the bathroom

There’s nothing to lose

When no one knows your name

There’s nothing to gain

But the days don’t seem to change

There’s nothing to lose

My notebook will explain

There’s nothing to gain

And I can’t fight the pain

Teachers said “it’s just a phase”

When I grow up my children

Will probably do the same

Kids just love to tease

Who’d know it put me underground

At seventeen

There’s nothing to lose

When no one knows your name

There’s nothing to gain

But the days don’t seem to change

There’s nothing to lose

My notebook will explain

There’s nothing to gain

And I can’t fight the pain

There’s nothing to lose

When no one knows your name

There’s nothing to gain

But the days don’t seem to change

There’s nothing to lose

When no one knows your name

There’s nothing to gain

And I just died today

It’s 11am. I’m sitting at my desk observing 2 minutes of silence for those who have fallen in defense of our country and our ideals.

I find it very interesting that your generation will be even more separated from war than mine. I was born during a time of a war that was being fought on the other side of the globe. I grew up in the time of the cold war, when missles could streak over the north pole from the USSR to the USA at any point. I watched as the gulf wars (both of them) happened. I watched Canada work to maintain peace in the former Yugoslavia and the horrors of Somalia.

I wonder if it’s part of the human condition that requires war.

I hope for all of our sakes that you never know war.

But you need to remember how important it is that wars have been fought. When you see the ageing heros standing at the cenotaphs, remember, that one day they were young like you, that one day they had dreams of a future like the future you dream of. And that when they were needed, they stood up and took the risk… the projection of military force in order to acheive a better world for us all.

If it ever comes to it, I will stand up and fight for your future.

If it ever comes to it, I hope you will stand up and fight for your children’s future.

Always question, always think. But remember the horrors that have happened in the past and ensure that you never narrow your world view to such a point that you aren’t responsible for your own self.

I love you both, terribly, and I want you to have the wonderful world you deserve, not the wreckage that we almost inherited.

Dad.

Marc Woerlen.

My Hero.

I cannot put into words my feelings on this story. The picture tells more than a thousand words. A man, walking with his wife’s coffin, behind the coffins of 6 of his children, carrying the coffin of his youngest. That he can stand at all is a tribute to his strength of character. I do not know that I could be that strong.

I know that he will never read this. I know that he will never know how he has crystallized my soul in being the best father I possibly can for my family.

He sits alone this morning, I’m surrounded by my children and my home echos with joyous shouts of “Donuts! Papa got Donuts!” Never again will I take a moment of it for granted.

Days when I come home from work, feeling like I just want to be left alone, are over.

Being awoken by having a TV remote jammed into my sleeping eye socket cause no anger.

I will do my best to make the lives of these children the best that can be, and Marc will never be far from my mind. Because he can do his job against all odds, I can do mine with a smile on my face and an indescribable joy in my heart.

I will have more thoughts on this as time passes, I will write more.

My faith has always remained separate from my religion. My religion took a beating when I was a teenager. My faith has remained strong, although it deviates from my religion. Simultaneously, this event has seriously challenged my faith and strengthened it. I don’t know why this tragedy befell Marc. I will not know in this lifetime. I pray for Marc that he will survive the torment of his soul until he can find peace with his family.

I love you family. Slightly more today than yesterday. I will do better for you, I promise.