A few weeks back, I blogged about how the current war is not hitting home for the nation. I guess I should have kept my mouth shut.

The brother of a good friend of ours was killed over the weekend in Iraq. I never met him, or am even sure of what branch of the service he was in. Still, when she told us yesterday it hit me like a ton of bricks.

Maybe John Donne was right:

“No man is an island, entire of itself; every
man is a piece of the continent, a part of the
main. If a clod be washed away by the sea,
Europe is the less, as well as if a promontory
were, as well as if a manor of thy friend’s or
of thine own were: any man’s death diminishes
me, because I am involved in mankind, and
therefore never send to know for whom the bells
tolls; it tolls for thee.”

It definitely makes me think that we can’t quit what we have started now. If anything it only convinces me more that we have to see this thing through until the situation is fixed.