RIP

God Bless him.

At least we, as a nation, should be sure to take care of his family in his absence. Seems the least we could do.

He died engaged in the rape and destruction of someone else home.
He did not die on US soil, defending the freedom and liberty he claimed to hold dear.

Just another pre meditated murder, thank you, CRIMINAL GEORGE BUSH.

Gitmboy, you may or may not know that I agree with your politics, however, in this particular case, Maj. Olmsted died doing what he chose to do, and it was his wish that his death not be used to further anyone else's political viewpoint.

Rest in peace G'kar.

GITMBO, YOU SUCK. You are such a punk I doubt you would even defend your homeland. Your name says it all, you are a "boy". I actually feel sorry for you.

Rest in Peace.


Taps

Good for him! He died doing what he loved to do.

Wow, when FF'ed feels sorry for you....you are "F"ed! Better do the honorable thing and jump off a building. Or film yourself making a pipe bomb.

Another of thousands of stories with a sad ending.

I will respect his wishes... and say no more about that...here..now...

Gitmoboy...bite yer tongue!


But, I would like to know more about how he died.

Like many, I'd never heard of this man before now.

And, like many, I'm saddened having read the piece and knowing that he was a real, living person whose life was cut short.

He died doing what he believed in, though, it appears, in a theatre he didn't feel he should have been in. There is a certain bitter-sweetness to that.

Reading his lengthy self-eulogy, I was mostly struck by a feeling of surreality which prevented any real connection to the reality of the circumstances.

Until he began writing about his wife.

Too many of us take life as something that just is.

We wake up. We shower. We have a bowl of Cap'n Crunch or whatever. We kiss our loved ones if we aren't running late and we go to work, mindlessly doing our prescribed tasks for the hours we're away. We come home. We have dinner. We watch TV. We go to bed.

How many of us stop during our days and remember how much our loved ones mean to us?

As a Buddhist, I'm not meant to have these kinds of emotional connections, yet as a person, I realize that, in some respects, many Buddhists misunderstand something:

Yes, having such attachements leads to suffering.

Sometimes, however, such suffering can be the most wonderful thing.

While it's not my place to ask this, I'm going to anyway...

Anyone reading this today: take a minute and think of the person most important to you. Call them. When you see them, look them in the eye and tell them just how much you love them.

We all forget sometimes that any time you see that person may be the last. Never let yourself regret what is left unsaid.