I worked with Patrick's mum, Angela, from 1990 to 1994 and 1999 to 2000, butI knew Patrick for a short time. I first met him at an "Associate's Night" at his mum's work when Patrick was around 9 or 10. Seven years later, I was working with a school friend of Patrick's and saw Patrick often. I remember the Patrick who led his three brothers down the aisles that associate night, and I remember the Patrick who, one day when I became ill at work, drove me home. And, I remember one day, talking to his mum in her office, looking at an etching of Edinburgh, as Angela traced the path she used to take Patrick in his stroller. I have very mixed feelings about the war in Iraq. On the one hand, I have the hope that the Iraqi people ultimately will be better off. At the same time, going to war is failure. As Ben Franklin said, "There was never a good war or a bad peace." Which is the higher price? I honestly don't know anymore.