Found out last night that my nephew's Marine unit was on patrol when an IED went off and took him out. It's one of those things that's in the back of your mind, but you pray never happens. One of the comforting thoughts is that he went honorably, doing what he wanted to do since he was a wee lad.
I sat there @55' and played some blues riffs on my "c" harp, reflected on some stuff we did when he was a boy. Now, just a few short years into adulthood, he's gone.
God bless you Abe. You will be missed.