Joe Cunningham was killed Saturday. He was in Afghanistan.
I got the call at work. The Army National Guard Chaplains showed up. Jeff confirmed it.
I loved Joe. He was the only person who ever talked about PTSD with me. There was nothing wrong with him. He was honest, kind, funny, & honourable. I can't stand a world that he doesn't exist in.
All I've done the last few days is cry & sleep. I've hardly eaten. I threw up when I came back to work.
I hate this place. It's brought me nothing but pain.
I was turned away from HR today. Guess I will just have to contact a lawyer.
I really don't matter.