This one goes out to my friend Paul Bergdahl who left his post in as a foreign hostage diplomat. The 13th warrior and all that. I’ll never forget that beer we had in a bar at Tijuana. Plus the next time I went to pick up your added at 29 Palms and you were reprimanded for listening to Philly hip hop when you were from Pennsylvania, and so you were forced not to acknowledge me when you stood your post. I could see the inner rage directed at me in your eyes. That might be why you left your post knowing they wanted you to kill one of your friends who would pass by to speak with you indirectly. You were also my pen pal in the 4th grade. I remember you told me your dad was locked up.