I don't even know if I have a proper thought. Someone i knew was killed in Afghanistan. I keep having these jolts as I remember and hear the words hit me again: "he died". Nope, that's not right. I remember us going for nachos and bowling and parties and lazy old hanging out. He's not dead.
He wasn't even someone who was that close to me. One of my best friend's ex boyfriends. I knew him for years. The two of them, and Theran and I, we went on some double dates. I just don't know what to say.
I saw his picture in the paper. And I saw it on the news. They showed the soldiers caskets being carried and I thought I might throw up knowing he was in one of those boxes.
They were handing out candy to local kids. That's all, just giving out treats. And some guy comes along with a bomb on a bicycle. One minute passing around candies...
And now he's gone.