A good friend of mine was hurt in a convoy attack today.
I found out about the attack itself this afternoon. Later, I found out that my friend was one of the people hurt in the attack. This news gets to me in the middle of my dinner at the dining facility.
My first reaction was concern. Very quickly my concern turned to anger. Hard anger. I’m mad, and my face shows it. I’m going to visit this friend very soon, and I hope I can become un-angry before the visit.
Obviously, I’m very upset. We trained together at Fort Dix, N.J., and I would like to think our families would hang out together if we were stationed together.
War is serious business. Look no further than the events of today.
I feel like I’m losing my mind. This isn’t real is it?