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'Dear people, since my last deployment to Mali, I have not been
feeling well. I was so looking forward to picking up life where I
had left it before going on this mission and making something
beautiful out of it.'
'Three weeks after returning home, my sweetheart told me that she
noticed I was not doing well. I didn't want to admit it at first, but
a few days later I found myself sitting at the doctor's office crying,
begging for help. Since that moment, having received countless
referrals, I have not been heard and not taken seriously for
innumerable times by all the social workers who are just focused on
making a living; I feel abandoned by the Ministry of Defence (MoD)
once again.'
'I don't want to and can't go on like this anymore. Let me be, it's
fine. I don't want to end it myself because of the nasty effects it is
going to have on you, but I just want to get out there again one
more time and leave this life with a big bang. Don't look for me,
please leave me alone and be well.'
'This is it, dear people, there is nothing more. Please forgive me. So
long, all the best to you, Vaya Con Dios.'
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