I got off work today and headed off to Scott's house. He's leaving for Afghanistan. It was nice visiting- he's been all over the country over the last two years, so I haven't seen him much.
We've been friends for 20 years. I'm so worried about him being there. It doesn't matter that he says he's going to be fine. People die over there - he tried to tell me he could just as easily die here - however, I think that his chances of being caught in some life or death situation grow quite a bit by being over there.
I hugged him goodbye and it was all I could do not to cry!
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