The never ending dreams. Never ending sorrow. The past laughter, past angers, we were a group. We were a unit. A lost unit in the desert. Wandering around the desert to asserted peace. Robert, Brandon Morris, Kyle, Patrick, Matt, David, Enoch. All these men that once served their fellow country, foolishly perish by a shadow hand. I still not put together, I'm trying experimental methods to access my memories. I will be full and I will spill my past. I will find the answer. I will know what were the fate of my deceased unit.