MH II died far away from here this week. His father, a teacher I've only been working with for a couple of months has left to meet his son's body and bring him home.
I don't know how he died. I have the basic understanding of why he was in the Middle East that most of us have. So, like a lot of us, I don't really know why he died either. All I know is that a soldier is coming home with his father by his side. Twenty-four years are what they got together. In friend years, it's a lot. Not so much in parent-child years.