Yesterday after I finished mulling over what it means that Iraq is in turmoil yet again, I found out that a veteran I met mere months ago recently committed suicide. I barely knew him. I spent a few hours with him and his wife in New York when we went to the WWP Courage Awards. We have friends in common. He was widely admired.
I asked Karl to sit with me and brought up a picture of the man and his wife.
"Oh, I remember that guy," Karl said, which is what I had been expecting. He wouldn't have known the name but the face was familiar.
"He committed suicide," I told Karl.
"Really? Man. That sucks."
Yup. That pretty much sums it up. It sucks.
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