how do we manage to forget about all these men and women? they reach out every time they call someone and say something they would never have had the balls to say. "i miss you guys." even though we didn't like our particular Forgotten, he some how manages to call with a poor excuse, "hey, my names still on the answering machine. i was just calling to make fun of you guys for it." he swallowed his pride to say he cares. it has been about a year's time since we started forgetting him, but what about the past three years of forgetting? so many of them probably didn't have shitty excuses to call home, call old friends, and even not so great friends to say, hi; i care; i miss home. they die on hot sand and paved streets, forgotten.