My dear friend Lorraine was over on Sunday to visit and watch the Super Bowl. My new friend, Daliana, who I met in Bali, left me a message saying she needed to talk to me and it was important. She also added that she lost her voice. My heart sank like an anchor and I felt sick to my stomach. I also knew that her voice was the voice of someone who had been crying. I checked my email and she sent me a message saying it was really important that we talk and to call her anytime. I told Lorraine how scared I was. I was petrified.
Daliana I had one person in common Huck, and we shared among other things our mutual love for him. I called Daliana and said "Please tell me he was just hurt, please tell me he is just hurt." She burst out crying saying "No, our friend is dead, he was killed by a roadside bomb yesterday." I keep thinking he was killed as I was flying over the ocean and why didn't I sense anything, how come I felt nothing.
His real name can now be reveled. There is no more need for fear of the army, no more fear of reporting our escapades in my blog. I am typing with clenched fists these fucking dreaded words.
My beautiful friend Sean Greenfield was the 108th Canadian soldier to be killed in Afghanistan.
I can't begin to tell you how much this hurts, how angry I am. How I curse that murdering George Bush and the criminals that surrounded him.
Talking about my trip and sharing all of that joy seems pointless. I am in a deep fog and feel like I could never convey to anyone what happened those three days we were together. We just shared emails about how great it was going to be that we had a lifetime to pursue this wonderful new friendship. I feel so cheated and don't know what to say to anyone. For once I have next to nothing to say. I have had next to know sleep since Thailand 2 days ago. I just need to wade through this anger, fatigue and grief.
I asked you all to not say a prayer for Owen Meany but to say a prayer that my friend Huck/Sean would return home safely. Now I ask you to say a prayer for my friend Sean Greenfield that his soul has a safe journey home.
My beloved new/old/fleeting friend rest in peace.
My Eternal Love,
Jon
