Warning: Depressing post...if you're happy, do not read.
This is completely off topic. It has nothing to do with guns, or politics, or law enforcement, etc. It is only slightly about the military.
When I was in the Army, I started dating a young woman who was also a soldier. I was an MP, and Janine was a computer operator. This was back in the early 80's when computers still used those large magnetic tape rolls. Anyway, Janine and I dated for about a year. We eventually grew apart and split up. Our breakup wasn't a bad one, and we actually kept in touch for a couple of years. She married and had twin girls and we drifted away.
20 years later, we re-connected, via the internet. She was living in western Virginia and I was in Florida. We got back together and had a torrid six month love affair again. It was short, but intense. Alas, we had too many differences to overcome and we broke up again. That was two and a half years ago.
Fast forward again to this morning. I found out today that Janine had a heart attack and died in June at the age of 47. Although we were not together anymore, I feel as if a part of my soul has been ripped from my body. I always loved her. I always will.
How's all that Hope and Change working out for you?