I served 10 years ago as a temporary officer in our internal troops. He served as a soldier’s kitchen chef. Before each meal from the medical unit, a woman-pastor must come to check the quality of the cooked and the absence of cyanide potassium, nails or glass beaten. Grandma is interesting. The bicycle continues. He told me in one of his visits.

"They brought a young guy to me, only to the service pulled out from the mommy's shirt. He tried this comrade in the "dryer" account with his life. It all shakes. I wonder why, I say, do this. The guy says he doesn’t want to be here, what he wants to do with his dad. I tell you to endure a little. Service for a year. You can’t look back at how time goes by. Dad is waiting for you. You will serve him right away. It reassured me how.

And then I take, he says, the personal case of this suicide and read that daddy has been dead for two years.

Uncomfortable how it happened...