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Michael stiffly let out a chuckle. “That is true, we are both here. I<br />
think that does sum things up pretty well.”<br />
“So what brings you here tonight? I have never seen you here<br />
before.” I asked.<br />
“I’ve been around here before, but usually don’t stay too long.<br />
Not a fan of crowds. Tonight I was passing by. I have work late tonight,<br />
but saw the place empty except for you. Figured a drink couldn’t hurt to<br />
pass the time.” Michael said, finishing with another sip from his glass.<br />
“I appreciate the round. I can buy you a second, but this will have<br />
to be my last.” I said out of respect of his gesture.<br />
“It’s no problem. Never good to drink by yourself.” Michael<br />
paused, contemplating while coddling his glass before him. We retained<br />
our forward looking posture. Silence crept into the conversation as I began<br />
to get lost in my thoughts as Michael was in his.<br />
Michael finally blurted out “I’d like to ask you a personal question,<br />
advice if you well. But to even it out, ask me something first.”<br />
I turned and looked at Michael. He did not return my look. He<br />
was thinking hard while focusing on his glass. I was hoping that he had<br />
not just fallen off the wagon, making for an awkward night as he begins<br />
the tailspin back into alcoholism and the uncouth self-pity that brings.<br />
I looked back at my own and thought about the litany of thoughts I had<br />
since I returned home.<br />
“You see a lot of death? You seem to understand it?” I asked,<br />
scared to know the answer.<br />
“For far too long.” Michael responded, still focused on his glass.<br />
“If I could ask death himself, I would ask—why are the good<br />
ones taken? Why are the good people of this earth taken before they<br />
have a chance to live?” It was the question I had wrestled with every day<br />
since returning from Iraq.<br />
“Well, I have seen death in the saddest of instances. The death of<br />
a teenage daughter beloved by all, but cancer was untreatable. The death