Shamrockmike's blog: "it makes no sense"

I got a call yesterday from a very close friend of mine that I served with in NUMEROUS places doing NUMEROUS things. A small group of us served together and did alot of crazy shit when deployed. We survived, as have many others, and made it home fairly intact physically and mentally. So anyway, Anthony calls me and says, "Mike....."  "Danny's dead". What the fuck?!?!?!?!?!?!

"How?!?!?!"

"Car wreck"

"What?!?!?!?!"

"Yeah dude".

"When?"

"Last night"

"Fuck"

"I'll call you tommorw when I find out the details for the service"

".......alright"

Now here's the deal.....we were special forces. we made it through alot that we shouldn't have. We did our part and managed to make it home and after all was said and done, our duty served, this is what happens? How that fuck do you justify that? Sleeping anywhere and everywhere, taking our horse pills, staying up for days at a time, leaving home at a moments notice, gone for an unknown period....to come home, go out with your wife for drinks and dinner and there it is....a fucking car wreck, not your fault, not her fault, haven't been drinking, not playing fuck fuck while driving...no.....dick head blows the red light and an intersection and t-bones your car. ...decides that your time is up and your wife should be left alone, again, for good....you don't get to come back this time. But she DOES get to watch you die at the hospital....because she hasn't been through enough....

I'm going to kill the man that took Stacie's husband, my brother, away from us. Who is he to have done that? What has he done to earn the right to breathe? It's fucked up. It's not right. And I can't figure it out.