For those of you who don't know, my dad is in Afghanistan for a project until the beginning of June. Just when my worry about him being there was abating somewhat, this happens. He's fine, though, and I read his blog which made me feel somewhat better. While I agree with his closing paragraph - that, as perverse as it sounds, it's good that he can experience this - I also remain incredibly glad that he (and everyone else I love) does not have to go through this everyday.