Today, a friend of mine is still thousands of miles away in a town with a strange name. There, the fighting continues and the news reports that a squad of Marines attached to the First Platoon, Lima Company, 3rd Battalion, 25th Regiment has been “decimated

They’re based out of Columbus, Ohio.

It’s where I live.

It's where he lives too.

We used to drink together and he cooks my kid food.

There's picture of a bunch of us hanging on the mirror behind the bar where we call home.

He's in his combat fatigues.

We're all shaking hands and have our arms around each others shoulders.

We were all smiling then.

Four Marines killed, another 10 wounded.

No names have been released yet.

I don’t know what platoon or squad he’s attached to but that's his unit.

A bunch of us are worried shitless.

I’m not what you’d call a praying man but I’m praying for him and his family.

While I’m at it, I might as well pray for a bunch of people I don’t know but who find themselves under similar circumstances.

I hope that if there is a God he doesn’t consider me insincere.

I can’t bear the thought of a funeral.

Fuck me for thinking the worst.

Fuck them for sending them there in the first place.

Apologies for the fractured text in this w/u.

But that’s just how I feel.

A little bit broken

Godspeed Marine, try and stay out of harms way.