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Klinger POV
It's been so long, I don't think people understand. I've been here just as long as Pierce; I can't take it.
I've seen too much, the war rages on; years and years wasted at argument. I don't understand how the others can still move forward, I can't.
"Klinger, are you alright?"
I've been trying to get back to Toledo, this devestation, it builds on you until you can't take any more. You can't pretend to be fine, everyone who's fine is a few cards short of a deck.
"Son...look at me."
It's all the same, the day's blend together until your unsure of the date. People come and people go; faces that you'll never see and never remember again.
People die every day, you see those that live and those that die; so many more live, you remember those that die. The deaths build, you believe that if you would have moved faster; they might have lived.
Guilt is a burden, nobody can see guilt from the outside. If your here long enough, you'll learn that everyone has guilt.
Nobody can handle the war, if you can; then you need a section 8. We joke to make ourselves feel better; we pretend it will all get better, but it won't. War destroys the way of life, everyone's way of life.
I listen to people talk about their families, how the war has ruined their life. I know my situation isn't worse than anyone else's; but I'm so sad. I'm always sad, all the time.
"Klinger!"
I try not to let everyone see how sad I am, but I live with these people; they're bound to notice.
Some of the guys have seen me on my worse days; they've promised not to tell anyone, maybe they should have.
I don't think I can take much more; I don't even think going home would help me. I figured my sadness revolved around Korea, but now I think it's coming from within me.
I'm just sitting here, in the middle of a mine field; sobbing my heart out. I'm ready for it all to just be over.
"It's okay Klinger. I'm calling Sydney Freedman. We're going to get you some help, Son."