Hearing about crimes and tragedy is commonplace in the world today. For those who aren’t involved in these events it is easy to distance themselves from it. I have heard countless reasons to why they do this. Some of the reasons are understandable, but others disgust me. “Death happens to everyone, it isn’t that big of a deal.” It is an indisputable fact that dying happens to everyone eventually. Regarding heinous murder cases however, that rationale disturbs me a great deal. The loss of life to a violent crime cannot be justifiable.

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In dangerous professions, people work knowing the risks involved. These people typically work for a greater cause. When soldiers are deployed to a war torn country, they are faced with their own mortality. They are aware that they can die at any given moment from enemy forces. Not only do these men and woman have to be trained extensively physically, but they must be mentally strong.

News channels will cover murders about civilians to an almost absurd length. They gather not only the facts, but the emotions of witnesses, family members, friends, etc. They post updated versions daily for some times weeks at a time. Yet when those who dedicate their lives to their country pass, they do not receive the acknowledgment each of them deserves. Even though these women and men knew the risks involved in their jobs, it does not mean that they are any less important. These men and women should have the same dedication from the media outlets as any average civilian for they do things that the typical person could not.

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I believe that President Obama should declare a day of national mourning for the victims of Fort Hood. These soldiers were preparing to deploy and returning home. Rather than dying in the line of duty, they were murdered by one of their own. This was a tragedy unspeakable and one of the most atrocious crimes that I have heard about in recent times.

These soldiers should be honored in every way possible; their families deserve to see that. Their lives were ended far too soon and in a brutal fashion. They should be respected, admired, and remembered for who they were individually and as a whole.

She experienced two devastating miscarriages with the man she loved. Each loss carried separate emotional turbulence and the last one was the absolute worst. The young lady struggled to keep herself in a moderately happy demeanor around her beloved. She didn't want anyone to witness the insurmountable pain she felt constantly. After each loss, the lovers went through difficult periods. They grew distant with each other to protect one another from what the other was feeling. Both became absorbed inside their own depression and desperation and it resulted in countless arguments and misunderstandings. After a few months passed, the lovers buried the pain they felt. They set out on a mission to reset their emotional clocks.

During the periods of renewing, the lovers would create ideas for their future. Some plans were silly and others soothed their very souls. The young woman would cling to what she did have: her beloved and their puppy. She would sing with joy for what they had and tried to forgot the tragedies in their lives. He enjoyed this period of time for they became closer during each one. It refreshed their relationship and gave both new hope in life. Naturally, the young man adored the attention he was given, even when he was far too busy for all of it. He understood her more deeply than she understood herself many days. He guided her from the darkness that she wandered into, back into the blinding light of bliss. When he did this, the young lady was oblivious. She lived her life to please him, she wanted to be his perfect wife.

The couple reached new heights in their lives, both individually and together. They grew up from silly teenage dreams to adult reality. They were striven to make this reality as positive as possible. After the bad was over, came a rainbow of good events. He protected her in this way and made it possible, at least for her. Each year that passed, they would mourn their various losses, whether it be family, friends, or children. The lovers always did this by celebrating what their lives were or could have been.

Finally they came full circle. He was ready to give to her the ultimate gift. The gift that was irreplaceable and the most beautiful of all: life. He took the steps necessary to provide for his wife, for his future child. The young lady was elated and together they strove to become healthier. They would not lose this fragile dream. He kept her focused and helped her when she fell. He gave up his own unhealthy addictions to inspire her and it did.

They opened the chapter of their new lives; scared and excited, nervous and confident. It would be the most phenomenal event each of them could imagine. They anxiously awaited the beginning...

She gazed up at him with wide eyes. He had said the three little words that she had been waiting for. In honesty, she didn’t truly think it would ever come out. They had seen a rocky start, three months of uncertainty. No matter how many hurt feelings, everything dissolved in that moment. Her heart swelled with joy and hope for the future. So many thoughts raced through her mind about the future and where they could go together. She didn’t realize that she had said nothing in return.

His face became creased with worrying, he started to take it back. She apologized profusely, she didn’t mean to upset him especially after he had gifted her with something so beautiful. They didn’t speak for awhile, drinking up everything about the other. Time wasn’t frozen though and people were coming home. She was determined not to lose her moment, determined to remember it forever. Roommates called greetings and babbled on about nothing important; at least nothing important to her.

Before intruding eyes could find them, she kissed him sweetly on his soft lips. He was her perfection; she wondered if that would ever change. She hoped it wouldn’t. As a futile resort to ignore everything besides him, she pulled a blanket up over their heads. Why couldn’t time stop, just this once?  They were found and bombarded with loud ramblings. She cuddled closer to him, burying her face in his chest. No one could take this from her.

He joined the conversation, being polite as he always was. His only gave away half his attention to the roommates. She fit perfectly next to him, she completed him in every way imaginable. He had been nervous to tell her, afraid that she would reject him. Now he felt foolish for it, but confident with their relationship. They would make it, he couldn’t fathom any other way. He gazed down at her and smiled to himself. She cuddled closer to him in sleep. She looked so peaceful like a weight had been lifted from her shoulders. He wasn’t selfish, but he knew that it was because of him.

Once there was dispare and misery. It changed in moments from a guy, she never thought it could be possible. After the hardship and strife she had gone through in other relationships, it never crossed her mind that there could be better, that there was better. She trusted him completely, she hid nothing from him. The love she felt for him was unimaginable. It was fierce, yet gentle. It was persistant, yet patient. It was evolving every moment. There was no fear, only joy. She was experiencing something that only happens once, maybe twice in a lifetime. She was experiencing true love and everything that came with it. It was an incredible experience, a beautiful experience.