Fear

It's not my thing to use blogs as diaries, because, well, why would you be interested in my little life? I'd rather you be interested in something I have to say than who I talked to today.
But this is related to a recent mile stonearoundtheneck that our nation has reached--4,000 of our young men and women are dead.

I have a fair number of friends in one or another branch of the military, and I dread seeing a face I know gracing the cover page of my local newspaper. I walk around my neighborhood and see RIP stickers on cars for people in my 'burb who've died. I don't ever want to face the opportunity to get one of those for someone I love. Articles that discuss this topic I read with the deepest trepidation, worrying I'll see a name I know. A face I know.

#4,000, whoever you are, may you rest in peace.