As a Marine, death is something that is a constant. We deliver and we receive. We take it lightly and we treat it with the most solemn reverence. We make the cruelest jokes about it with others of our creed but feel the deepest about it when one of ours take that last road. Saturday last, I went with my wife to a funeral. She knew the departed but I didn't. I knew the parents but nothing too personal. It was a general invitation to the church group. I was there out of respect. And yet, I wept more than my wife did. I have attended many funerals in my time but I dont remember feeling so little and then so much before. My view of death has become drastic to say the least. But I feel more deeply every lost son, daughter, husband, wife, father, mother, brother, and sister. May peace find all those who have lost a loved one.