On my shift tonight I received a message for a married couple that is deployed here together to Afghanistan. Their 15 year old son had drowned and they were unaware of this news. As I was trying to deliver the message telephonically to the Private First Class (PFC) who takes messages for their unit, the PFC started crying. Then I started crying. We could barely get through the message. No one deserves to get that news on Father's Day and I hate that I am the one who had to deliver it. My heart is with their family. I am so sorry.