Even though it was a small school, I didn’t know him all that well, as he wasn’t in the group I hung out with. His sister was in my graduating class, and I knew her fairly well, though I haven’t spoken to her since graduation.
An absolutely senseless waste of his life, IMHO. Not serving in the military, but getting killed in a bullshit war that was started for bullshit reasons, by our brain dead President. WTF was Shrub thinking when he started this damned war? Did he honestly believe that Saddam had WMDs? Or was he just high on his own power and think that he could get away with it?
Another friend of mine survived 3 tours of Iraq and is now getting out of the Marines because he doesn’t want to risk a fourth tour. Said it’s too rough on the wife and kids and “it’s not worth it.”
The town we grew up in was, at the time, a small, sparse little farming community. Total population was less than 5,000 people and after my senior year, Les Wexner, owner of The Limited clothing stores began buying up the town and transforming it into one of the wealthiest subdivisions in the state. The locals tried to fight him, but he and his cronies, quite literally, bought the entire goddamn town government so that they could bulldoze whatever they wanted. Not only did they destroy the sense of community that was there, but they wiped out (or tried to wipe out) the few historic buildings in the town.
The golf course that they built ruined nearly everyone’s well (no city water all), so the people were forced to accept city water from Columbus at an exorbitant cost. When he found some residents wouldn’t sell their homes, he had their property taxes jacked up until they were forced to sell because they couldn’t afford the taxes.
Shawn, the schoolmate who died, was one of the few people around my age who could remember what the town was like before Wexner took it over. One of the few who knew what it was like to read Huck Finn or Tom Sawyer and know that despite the cars, electricity, and modern medicine, the place he lived in was not so different than that Mark Twain wrote about. Now, that memory of what was New Albany, what we all felt, thought, hoped and dreamed about has been dimmed. And for what? For fucking what? Democracy? Iraq doesn’t have it. To protect the US? Iraq was never a threat to us. Cheap oil? Hah!
If there is an afterlife, I hope that Shrub has to endure being beaten senseless by Shawn and all the others who’ve died in Iraq.
Shawn’s obit, for anyone who’s interested. Rest well, Shawn.