I know I'm way off topic but, Damn! I get an email from a fellow Coastie about DC3 Brukenthal's funeral. The sender's in the middle of nowhere, was classmates with Nathan, and is pumping me for details of the funeral.
I, of course, oblige him as best I can. Then I read it over again. I'm never struck by the death of others. I'm always affected by the grief of the living.
Shipmates, War, Family, Widows and Death. These are the reasons I'm not sleeping tonight.