We just lost a family member to the war. He didn't die in Iraq but the war killed him just as surely as if he had. He wasn't someone I was close with as I normally only saw him on holidays. But we did spend many holidays together romping around in the livingroom ever since he was just a little tike - for a good part of the last twenty-four years. I believe that he served five tours in Iraq. He went back on the last tour in place of a friend who had a wife and kids. During his last tour he saw and was involved in some really bad stuff and he was never the same again [it involved a lot of body parts from small children]. Upon his return, he started drinking, smoking, and his life spun out of control. Complications from health issues set in and last week they took his life. Tsu and I are fine but there are other family members who are not doing so well. I feel so badly for them.