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My friend passed away on 9/11/2005.
THE HEART OF A HERO The heart of a hero stopped beating today, when the pain of living was all taken away. He lost his last battle but had fought a brave war in a fight against cancer for fifteen years, or more. We grew up together, were best friends you see, enlisted as buddies in the US Army. He got out before me, I stayed in for a while. I met him years later and he wore the same smile. He always saw sunshine even on cloudy days, while lost to the eyesight, he still saw its bright rays. I was by his bedside as he slipped away and watched a true hero, as he left us today. 9/26/05 Monty
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