A very dear friend went back to Afghanistan this week. It hurts.
I miss Afghanistan, some times. Not the part where I’m away from my friends and family and home, but the mountains and the mornings and the smell of the place, and this friend, who was there with me.
It feels as though the universe is trying to kill all the people I love, but really, it is just the way I arranged my life, being in a place and career where I would learn to care for people who do the same damned fool dangerous things I did.
I miss you, Billy. Be careful.