Tonight i get home from work, already fairly stressed out, i sit down to have some tea, start to relax and my Dad comes in and says "Joe... your mate Sam's been shot in the head..." I feel sick, i go a bit dizzy... then start shouting questions at him... He tells me he was in Afganistan (Army) and they came under fire and he got shot in the head... He then reveals that he's ok, just deaf in one ear and he's back in the UK. So i presume it just skimmed him. I then start to well up and almost cry. Even though me and Sam havn't talked for a while he'll always be a mate... I can remember when me and him used to play "army" in my front room, we were in Army cadets together... I just can't believe it... He also got at least one confirmed kill aswell... it just seems so strange that a few years ago we were playing war, now he's living it.