Because sometimes… that’s all that really works. A good cry, with no end of the pain in sight. Tears that release that big lump in the chest, that pull some of the pain out through each hot drop of lead that pours out through our eyes.

And finished off with a good blow of the nose to clear the pipes. And then it’s back to the fight, head held high…

Or maybe just back to the fight. Head still droopy.