This whole thing still hits a little close to home. I knew Mario pretty damn well, he lived across the hall from me while we were in MOS school in Pensacola, and I remember Evans a little bit from when I first got there too. You expect to lose friends when their bird goes down or there's an accident on the flight line, or even a fucking car/bike wreck back in the states, but when someone gets beaten to death by their roomate, I don't know how, but it makes it a little tougher to deal with.