Many of them weren't exactly men when they died, but were men in the way they chose to live their lives.
As a teacher, I come in contact with many students. Most are just faces in a moving stream of humanity, but once in a while one stands out.
My heart is broken--for his family, and for the loss to the rest of the world. Every death is difficult, but the death of a young person--unbearable. The same can be said for all my other dead men. We are poorer each time we lose one.
When a child in particular stands out like a beacon, the loss is doubly hard. Our country is poorer after every war, after each death.
Johnnie Marfia, we hardly knew ye.