Tears streamed down my face as I watched him walk away. I knew I'd never see him again, but I couldn't understand why it had to be this way.

I begged him to stay. I pleaded with him. I told him how much I loved him and I tried to reason with him. Nothing worked. He insisted it wasn't a choice - it was a matter of duty and honor. He didn't seem to care whether or not he came back alive, or even if he came back at all.

I was infuriated at this point. How could he be so stubborn? Why couldn't he see how I felt about him? We started screaming at each other, and finally he walked away.

The last words I ever said to him were mean & hateful, and I will have to live with that for the rest of my life. Don't make the same mistake I did. When your lover leaves your side to fight in an unjust war, don't let your last conversation be an argument.