I woke today listening to the moms of Section 60 talking about the loss of their sons in the Iraq and Afghanistan wars on NPR. It made me pause and reflect. I sat there thinking about the students we have lost in this war, a half dozen. And then I thought as a father and got a cold chill.
When I arrived at school, I learned we lost a student last night. A knife punctured his heart in a domestic dispute at home. He was supposed to graduate Thursday, the day after tomorrow. The cold chill returned.