“ Over there, they were my way back home. That third tour, especially. They were the only light in all that darkness. I kept them with me always. No matter what. Lisa. Maria, Frank Junior on the way. And later, home again, I watched them grow and fought the fear that every father knows. Of what could happen if I turned my back for just one vital second. Of what the world might do to them if I let down my guard. But in the end, I had it back to front. The war was where I lived. And we went to the park, that day. And in the worst way possible — they were my way home after all.
Frank Castle, in The Punisher #52, written by Garth Ennis.
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