"Good" news.

I just got an email from a friend of mine whose brother was injured in Iraq, but she never gave any details about the extent of his injuries. So I didn't know if he got a flesh would or his legs wore torn off or worse.

Well apparently he was in a place called Al Anbar Province when the truck he was standing next to was hit by a rocket propelled grenade and he ended up getting shrapnel in his legs and arm. The injuries are extensive enough for him to miss service for awhile. It may sound weird, but that's actually good news for my friend because that means her brother will be home...man what a fucked up situation when you're actually happy that your brother will need reconstructive surgery.



Well, it's good the little punk ass is okay or alive at least. I remember making the little shit "hit himself" and knocking the crap out of him when we played football in the yard, but he never bitched and always got back up.. Now he's fighting a war. He's always been a tough little bastard, so I'm not surprised that he survived. He's also very lucky. If he had been standing just a couple of feet to the left, he would've been blown in half according to his sister. I wonder if he got the Purple Heart.





So strange. I still can't believe I'm typing about this. Seems like this war is affecting more and more people I know and I have a feeling it'll get worse.



Anyway, for now the little bastard is coming back home. I look forward to comparing scars with him again, though I think he's gonna beat me this time.