I wasn't writing home. I wasn't writing a death letter, either. I was writing a death journal, a piece of fiction meant — Clint Van Winkle, Soft Spots: A Marine's Memoir of Combat and Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder
I wasn't writing home. I wasn't writing a death letter, either. I was writing a death journal, a piece of fiction meant — Clint Van Winkle, Soft Spots: A Marine's Memoir of Combat and Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder
I wasn't writing home. I wasn't writing a death letter, either. I was writing a death journal, a piece of fiction meant — Clint Van Winkle, Soft Spots: A Marine's Memoir of Combat and Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder
I wasn't writing home. I wasn't writing a death letter, either. I was writing a death journal, a piece of fiction meant — Clint Van Winkle, Soft Spots: A Marine's Memoir of Combat and Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder
I wasn't writing home. I wasn't writing a death letter, either. I was writing a death journal, a piece of fiction meant — Clint Van Winkle, Soft Spots: A Marine's Memoir of Combat and Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder
I wasn't writing home. I wasn't writing a death letter, either. I was writing a death journal, a piece of fiction meant — Clint Van Winkle, Soft Spots: A Marine's Memoir of Combat and Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder
I wasn't writing home. I wasn't writing a death letter, either. I was writing a death journal, a piece of fiction meant — Clint Van Winkle, Soft Spots: A Marine's Memoir of Combat and Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder
I wasn't writing home. I wasn't writing a death letter, either. I was writing a death journal, a piece of fiction meant — Clint Van Winkle, Soft Spots: A Marine's Memoir of Combat and Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder
I wasn't writing home. I wasn't writing a death letter, either. I was writing a death journal, a piece of fiction meant — Clint Van Winkle, Soft Spots: A Marine's Memoir of Combat and Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder
I wasn't writing home. I wasn't writing a death letter, either. I was writing a death journal, a piece of fiction meant — Clint Van Winkle, Soft Spots: A Marine's Memoir of Combat and Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder
I wasn't writing home. I wasn't writing a death letter, either. I was writing a death journal, a piece of fiction meant — Clint Van Winkle, Soft Spots: A Marine's Memoir of Combat and Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder
I wasn't writing home. I wasn't writing a death letter, either. I was writing a death journal, a piece of fiction meant — Clint Van Winkle, Soft Spots: A Marine's Memoir of Combat and Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder
I wasn't writing home. I wasn't writing a death letter, either. I was writing a death journal, a piece of fiction meant — Clint Van Winkle, Soft Spots: A Marine's Memoir of Combat and Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder
I wasn't writing home. I wasn't writing a death letter, either. I was writing a death journal, a piece of fiction meant — Clint Van Winkle, Soft Spots: A Marine's Memoir of Combat and Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder
I wasn't writing home. I wasn't writing a death letter, either. I was writing a death journal, a piece of fiction meant — Clint Van Winkle, Soft Spots: A Marine's Memoir of Combat and Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder
I wasn't writing home. I wasn't writing a death letter, either. I was writing a death journal, a piece of fiction meant — Clint Van Winkle, Soft Spots: A Marine's Memoir of Combat and Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder
I wasn't writing home. I wasn't writing a death letter, either. I was writing a death journal, a piece of fiction meant — Clint Van Winkle, Soft Spots: A Marine's Memoir of Combat and Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder
I wasn't writing home. I wasn't writing a death letter, either. I was writing a death journal, a piece of fiction meant — Clint Van Winkle, Soft Spots: A Marine's Memoir of Combat and Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder
I wasn't writing home. I wasn't writing a death letter, either. I was writing a death journal, a piece of fiction meant — Clint Van Winkle, Soft Spots: A Marine's Memoir of Combat and Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder
I wasn't writing home. I wasn't writing a death letter, either. I was writing a death journal, a piece of fiction meant — Clint Van Winkle, Soft Spots: A Marine's Memoir of Combat and Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder
I wasn't writing home. I wasn't writing a death letter, either. I was writing a death journal, a piece of fiction meant — Clint Van Winkle, Soft Spots: A Marine's Memoir of Combat and Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder
I wasn't writing home. I wasn't writing a death letter, either. I was writing a death journal, a piece of fiction meant — Clint Van Winkle, Soft Spots: A Marine's Memoir of Combat and Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder
I wasn't writing home. I wasn't writing a death letter, either. I was writing a death journal, a piece of fiction meant — Clint Van Winkle, Soft Spots: A Marine's Memoir of Combat and Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder
I wasn't writing home. I wasn't writing a death letter, either. I was writing a death journal, a piece of fiction meant — Clint Van Winkle, Soft Spots: A Marine's Memoir of Combat and Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder
I wasn't writing home. I wasn't writing a death letter, either. I was writing a death journal, a piece of fiction meant — Clint Van Winkle, Soft Spots: A Marine's Memoir of Combat and Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder
I wasn't writing home. I wasn't writing a death letter, either. I was writing a death journal, a piece of fiction meant — Clint Van Winkle, Soft Spots: A Marine's Memoir of Combat and Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder
I wasn't writing home. I wasn't writing a death letter, either. I was writing a death journal, a piece of fiction meant — Clint Van Winkle, Soft Spots: A Marine's Memoir of Combat and Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder
I wasn't writing home. I wasn't writing a death letter, either. I was writing a death journal, a piece of fiction meant — Clint Van Winkle, Soft Spots: A Marine's Memoir of Combat and Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder
I wasn't writing home. I wasn't writing a death letter, either. I was writing a death journal, a piece of fiction meant — Clint Van Winkle, Soft Spots: A Marine's Memoir of Combat and Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder
I wasn't writing home. I wasn't writing a death letter, either. I was writing a death journal, a piece of fiction meant — Clint Van Winkle, Soft Spots: A Marine's Memoir of Combat and Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder
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I wasn't writing home. I wasn't writing a death letter, either. I was writing a death journal, a piece of fiction meant for my family and my fiancee, Sara.

— Clint Van Winkle, Soft Spots: A Marine's Memoir of Combat and Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder
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