A friend I went to High School with died on Sunday doing door to door raids in Iraq. Even though I was not as close with him as I used to be, it still scares me to death that my brother is still there. I haven't known personally anyone who has died over seas and now that I do, it makes things a lot more real. I have worried non stop for the past few years about his deployments but now it is almost unbearable especially since he is in Sadr City living in a tent with limited access to phones and internet. I am just scared.
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