Dear Editor, I’m writing from a very small town in upstate New York. We take our local newspapers and learn about the library fair and the school taxes. We also take The New York Times, where, deep inside and low on the page, the names of the war dead are listed. I see that just recently, your community has lost Seth Huston, Nickalous Aldrich, Nicholas Perez, Thomas Garces, Jacob Lugo, Chad Drake, Ryan McCauley, and Jason Poindexter. In the way that families everywhere in the world understand, my heart goes out to you. I have tried to write a letter of condolence to the family of each soldier killed, but these losses, so many at a time, and from a state I lived in and love still, brought me to tears. Who were these sons of Texas? I will never know them. What kind of men were these? What would they have done with the rest of their lives? Their futures are lost to all of us. We can all acknowledge the sacrifice of these lives in one way: by exercising our right and responsibility to vote. Every single one of these deaths has to count for something. Please don’t forget about these boys – and all the others – when November comes.