An Unfortunate Thing

A fellow I went to high school with, Ray Mendoza, was killed in Iraq early this year. If I’m recalling correctly, he lived downstairs from me my senior year. I wouldn’t claim to have known him all that well but he always struck me as a decent guy, very quiet and serious: a marked contrast to a very boisterous and generally cavalier group of guys.

Maj. Mendoza was married with two girls. I’ve been reading some of the things that people have said about him following his death. His family should take heart in the fact that people thought so highly of him.

Pax.