Well, I got some pretty tough news when I got home after my late night meeting. A good friend of mine, Tony Hernandez, was the crew chief on the chopper that went down in Iraq yesterday. This is the first person I have known that died in a war, and it's a very different feeling. I know his dad is having a really hard time dealing with this since he was his only son.
At least he died doing something he enjoyed. He wanted to be a Marine all through high school, but was too overweight to join right out. He worked his ass off and lost about 30 lbs so he could join and lost another 35 during boot camp. The Marines was the best thing that could have happened to him.
He was due to come home March 1. He had been married for just about a year, but did not have any kids.
If ya'll could say a little prayer for his family, I'd appreciate it.