The dialogues always visit me in the night. “Who mourns the dead?” “We do.” “And who are you?” “Those who came before. The ones fortunate enough to survive, or lucky enough never to go to war. Soldiers we were, but now, we have questions.” I listen.
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On March 9th of last week, Adam Ray would have turned 40. Adam was the son of my West Point classmate Jim and his wife Donna. He was killed by an IED in Afghanistan on February 9th, 2010, one month shy of his 24th birthday. The administration’s cavalier attitude about the current war with Iran is raising old ghosts from past conflicts.
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