Hooked up with a friend who happens to be an Iraqi war vet. Apparently he spent one Christmas hunkered down in enemy territory because the winds were so bad helicopters were grounded.

The topic of PTSD came up in relation to both of us having to look mortality head on, and he made an interesting comment to the effect that he'd already died, and he was just waiting for his body to catch up. Rather a sad thing to hear from someone in his mid 20's.

I don't think that it's death, but I am certainly feeling like I'm still waiting a coin to drop somewhere. Yet I *am* changed.