I found out last night, but I still can't process it. I don't think there's been anyone in the Army that I truly loved more than this guy. I've never met a person that could better light up a room with a smile or a smart comment or a joke, or just by extending his help and care. I knew he had battled through some things, and he carried himself with confidence, even when it was tough. One of the things I remember was sitting with him in our room one night and he stopped his music. I asked him what was up and he shushed me. The taps was playing, like it did every night at 9pm. After it was over, he said that sometimes he just wants to listen to it. I can't believe they're going to play for you now, brother. RIP EDIT - I don't even know why I'm posting all this...maybe it's because he should be remembered for so much more than how his life tragically ended. Still, 22 veterans take their lives everyday, and we all miss the signs. Reach out to a vet if you know one and just check on them. It could make all the difference.