good people die in war
Tillman's youngest brother, Rich, wore a rumpled white T-shirt, no jacket, no tie, no collar, and immediately swore into the microphone. He hadn't written anything, he said, and with the starkest honesty, he asked mourners to hold their spiritual bromides.
“Pat isn't with God,'' he said. “He's f — ing dead. He wasn't religious. So thank you for your thoughts, but he's f — ing dead.''
good people die in war, that is the way it works. they don't go to god, they don't go to hell, they die. end of story. believe what you have to believe to be comfortable with yourself, but don't ascribe your belief unto others, especially if it is an article of faith. dead is dead, and everyone dies. no one goes to heaven or hell, you die, that's it. live with it. be courageous enough to accept it, and be willing to sacrifice it like Tillman did.
BECAUSE THERE IS NO GREATER SACRIFICE KNOWING THAT FACT.
