While receiving a haircut from my favorite barber, I asked about his views on Russai and Syria. The story evolved into him sharing about his time in the Russian military.
In the late 80s, he was deployed to Afghanistan when he was 18. On his second day, 240 of his platoon were shot while at their base.
He continued to cut my hair. I looked in dismay. I will luckily and hopefully see death in this way. But, I could not imagine seeing this at the ripe age of 18.
I had known and enjoyed the company of my barber for 3 years and had no idea. Each person has their story.