As tomorrow approaches, I can't help but think of my sister in law, Isabel, and our friend Michael. I fought beside them in the war and watched as our enemies got the best of them. Twenty-five minutes before I got here, Michael died in Max's arms. Isabel, just was taken from us two weeks before that. It seems like just yesterday that I lost them, not almost four years. Not a day goes by that I don't think of them in some way.