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The brother of my best friend growing up died in Iraq on Thursday. They found out thursday night. I talked to her today on the phone and my heart just breaks for her family. It seems so weird because growing up her brothers were like my brothers because i didnt have any. I've been thinking about it all day...everyone has seen him on the news and in the paper. He was only 27 years old. I am so tired right now...i think i am just gunna hit the hay. I'll write more tommorrow