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Sometimes we are faced with difficult circumstances and need all the support we can get. Familial love is important for us to grow, but it is also our friends who are always there to give us a helping hand. They also raise us to our potential and help us discover who we really are. We need meaningful friendships in our lives because it is good for our mental health and improves our quality of life. We can be ourselves around our friends and can share our vulnerabilities with them. Good friends will always be there for you no matter what the circumstances. The best part is that we pick and choose what friends we need and choose people who bring out the best in us.

Having friends makes our lives more enjoyable. You can vent out all your problems to them without the fear of judgment. Where would we be if we didn’t have anyone to support us through the journey of life? Where would we be if we didn’t have someone to give us solutions to all our problems? We can share our lives and the different changes we go through with our friends so that we are kept from bottling our emotions because that is damaging in the long run. Friends help you release these emotions, which is healthy for you. Being with friends helps remove stress from our lives with their unconditional love. Friends can encourage us to pursue our dreams and come out triumphant.


  • John says:

    My friends have been the greatest asset I could ever have hoped for. Ranging from saving my life to mentoring or just hanging out. I wouldn’t give up any one of them for anything, but some have passed on already. The pain of their departure is still with me although over time it has lessened. I still pray they are resting peacefully. I’m grateful to have others in my life, even though in some cases, I don’t see them much anymore because of distance, and others don’t call or get together as much as we used to.

    Do you have close friends that are now separated by distance? Do you have close friends that have passed?

  • John says:

    I believe there are no closer friends than those forged in combat. As Bronco pilots we probably spent betweenl 75 to 90% of our tours on the ground, out of danger, essentially in the rear with the gear, except when our unfriendly foes threw noisy explosions in our direction. These, “down” times were when we bonded. In our quarters, in the ready room, in the bar and on occassions such as liberty off a ship or Rest and Recuperation (R&R) during the rare seven days off during a 13 or 14 month combat tour. We played cards, Shoo and I played Bridge or Gin and he also played Poker; Brooklyn and I often got drunk at the Officer’s Club. Probably, as I remember it, we were drunk at the club anytime we were not scheduled to fly. Len Chapman III and I often hit the raquet ball court when he was with us in VMO-6 as an Air Observer. He was a quiet, sober young man and an admirable reflection of his father, the Commandant of the Marine Corps at the time. I could not say that our time together was “enjoyable” but the friendships made it bearable. We did have “fun.” We sang, we laughed, we bitched, we moaned and generally served our time with each other as companions, commrades, buddies, or whatever you would call it. I would say, everyone I knew was a “friend” but the closest of us, called each other brother. Shoo, Brooklyn and I were even closer than brothers in the “Triumvarate.” There were times of rollicking laughter at each other, at our circumstances, at the ridiculousness of our predicament. All in all, my friends are what I remember most. They meant everything to me. I suppose I would have survived without them but looking back it was their compassion, understanding and support that helped me through the more difficult times. Yes, I’d do it all over again, if I had to, but I wouldn’t want to do it without them.

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