It's for the other lads as well as for James that I'll keep fighting to get my son the help he needs. James is ill and he needs help. And so do his mates.

All four lads only felt secure in a combat environment, protecting one another. The war never ended for them.

They wanted to serve their country, become heroes, see the world. But they were expendable, discarded like broken toys.

Hats off to Dickinson. They came back screaming and fighting.

Legislators should think twice about enlisting big government's help in fighting the War on Fat. So-called 'solutions' like fat taxes are surely aimed more at raising revenue than at helping people live healthier lives.

The greatest fight is when you are fighting in the smoke and cannot see with your eyes.