… because of a crowd of maniacs on the other side of the world.
The woman I was supposed to have a second date with tomorrow had a close relative who was one of those killed in Falluja yesterday.
Holy shit. I wish there was some way I could comfort her, say something that would make things better, but I can’t. I can’t think “damn, another date cancelled” - I can only think of that family, the families of the others who lost those working in Falluja, and the indescribable pain they must be going through.