Reality Does Bite

This is my friend John's blog. We went to high school together way back in the 80's. He's been a great friend thru the years and I've always been so thankful for his presence in my life. When he signed up for the military, it was the same year my brother went into ROTC. I was really scared for them both. Naive of me, given the fact that we were in an unprecedented time of peace. But still, change is difficult and the idea of losing two people so close to you is more difficult. Over the years, I've adjusted to the idea that the military is a career option similar to any corporate job, admittedly with some different rules. You don't get fired, you go to jail. There is compulsorary salulting involved. The dress code is very specific and there are no casual days where jeans are an option. Fine enough. Well, now John's off to Iraq. And he leaves behind his wife and 2 small children for 4 months. And now I finally know what really worry feels like. I know my brother is safe in LA for the moment. And I know John says he'll be safe in a base far away from the fray. But still. People disappear there. Bombs go astray. People die. I'm very worried. I cannot imagine how the families of those soliders in the fray feel. God go with you John. Come safely home soon.