I got into a weird funk this morning while giving finals to students.
I was grading some papers, making sure the grades in my computer were accurate, when I started thinking about my son, still set on joining the Army.? And I remembered scenes out of Fallujah, and pictured that happening to my son.? I pictured him surrounded by a crowd, and those things happening to him.
And I froze.? This has never happened to me before.? I don’t want it to happen to him.
It’s all too real now.
My God.? They were real people.