I come in to work one morning and my co-worker Jerry prints out a newspaper article for me to check out. A guy who worked at the nursing home near my shop came in and threatened to kill his colleagues. I remembered running into this guy frequently. I never knew his name but I knew his face. He was this enthusiastic army vet who seemed cool. But the one thing I would notice was that when I talked to this guy, he would veer from the subject and talk about something else. Then a colleague of mine told me that he was diagnosed with PTSD and was basically sent home for 30 days. That's when it all started to add up. It turned out that he did two tours in Iraq. Probably enough to fuck up his head. His actions were reprehensible but he is human. To see this guy getting torn to shreds by the media was sickening. He's now this monster rather than a guy who needed counseling. His portrait was even taken down at work. It was like this country has disowned him. I finally knew his name but the sad thing is that I may never see him again. If I do, it won't be the same.