Someone in Iraq died tonight. If they even saw it coming, they had but a second’s notice.
Someone’s child is dead. Someone’s friend is dead. Someone’s coworker is dead.
They didn’t threaten violence. They didn’t attempt to injure anyone. They just went to work.
There is nothing patriotic about this. And there is nothing good about this. One person is dead, and multiple people are grieving for someone they can never get back.
It has, as always, begun on the crumpled body of one dead person.
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It’s all so surreal.
It’s all so clean.
It’s not mine.
That’s why it’s so scary for me.