The more we learn about this dude, the more interesting he gets. I wasn't thrilled that he left his wife (and kid?) to go fight in a war, but life is full of decisions. Just feel bad for his immediate family. He had just gotten back from his honeymoon when he decided to enlist.
This article is about events at his burial ceremony:
Tillman's youngest brother, Rich, wore a rumpled white T-shirt, no jacket, no tie, no collar, and immediately swore into the microphone. He hadn't written anything, he said, and with the starkest honesty, he asked mourners to hold their spiritual bromides.
"Pat isn't with God,'' he said. "He's f -- ing dead. He wasn't religious. So thank you for your thoughts, but he's f -- ing dead.''
What? This didn't happen for God, as well as country? A professional athlete turned soldier, and we're supposed to believe that he'd have no use for piety? Robbed of a cliche, where does that leave us?
Think that pretty much says it all...