Yay, war.

I just found out today that a kid from my old Boy Scout troop was shot while on patrol in Iraq. Josh Snyder graduated from my high school in 2002, he was just two weeks shy of his 21st birthday. I remember Josh very well, he was one of the “younger scouts” but was very mature for his age and was very much respected amongst us “older scouts”.
I also discovered that his best friend (whom I never knew), Norman Anderson, who graduated from my high school with him, enlisted with him, went to bootcamp with him, and roomed with him, was killed by suicide bomber in Iraq just a month earlier. Just two months before his death, Norman married his high school sweetheart. She’s 20 years old and a widow.
These two guys weren’t men, they were just boys like I was at that age. They should have been out dating and drinking and partying and fucking and enjoying themselves – not fighting in some stupid ass war against some other kids who should have been out dating and drinking and partying and fucking and doing whatever else they want to do. Both those guys enlisted in 2002, soon after 9/11, when the U.S. was arguably fighting for a worthy cause in Afghanistan – I wonder if they would have still signed-up if they would have know the situation in 2005?
Yay, war.





