"He told me one afternoon at lunch over beers and wings, “Mark my words, this f*ckhead Obama is going to get a LOT of our boys killed in the field.”
I bet your friend spoke much truth.
He was INSANELY troubled. He literally did not know how to function when he got home. He went to military shrinks but refused to take any meds for PTSD or depression. He was a husk of the man I remember very fondly from college.