Today's church service is at 9pm instead of the normal 7pm. It is later today because the 7pm time slot was taken up for a memorial service. Memorial services are sad and solemn, but this one was sad in a different way. The soldier had killed himself, over girl problems so I here, and so there was little said about heroics or sacrifice. The only thing said, really, was that he had loved driving. Tonight it seemed like everyone was a spectator except for the two privates who read their memories and had obviously been the soldier's friend.
He killed himself during sick call hours, so they brought him into the aid station while I was there. Since it was an emergency, I stood way out of the way in the corner and never really saw any of him except his feet. The doctors and medics did everything they could for him, although he was really dead before he arrived. Amidst the tragedies that happen here all too often, this one was sadder and much less sad than most of them. It really just leaves you shaking your head in disgust as your eyes tear up. What a tragedy, what a waste.
In the end though, tomorrow comes and creation continues to groan.
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