If you’d asked me a few days ago, I would have said that I didn’t know anyone, personally, who was currently serving in the US military. Nor did I know anyone, personally, who had a problem with hard drugs. (I live a very suburban existence.)
Then on Sunday my friend Bret mentioned to me that Steve A., a former card-playing buddy of ours who had not been heard from much in recent years, is now living in a rehab house recovering from cocaine addiction.
And just yesterday my mom told me that Carlos, the kid-from-across-the-street who was my playmate from age 0 to 5, is now in the military in Baghdad. (She’s still in touch with his parents).
So, good luck Carlos. And, for that matter, good luck Steve.