They Do It For Us
My day began with this:
Sorry man, it’s been crazy around here lately. I did hear from James, but never got a chance to respond (it’s on my list).
I’ve been mobilized. I am reporting Friday morning at 0800 to
I’m on my way out to dinner with Faith.
David
We go about our day to day.
We run to Starbucks and don't fear the suicide bomber.
We drive our cars without concern of running over an IED.
We go for a jog without fear of snipers.
Yet we forget that even RIGHT NOW there is a 20 year old kid from nowhere Idaho on the top of a Humvee manning a .50 caliber machine gun that simply wants to stay alive for the next 10 hours until his shift is over. Our feelings on the war are irrelivant - it is a fact and a reality and we have to deal with it.
God speed Dave, come home soon and safely.
posted by Booster MPS at
8:28 AM
3 Comments:
GEORGE?!?!?! Gimme some quotation marks next time will ya? For a split second, (and it's early and I haven't had coffee yet either so cut me some slack) I was all sorts of confused thinking it was YOU that had been mobilized! Nuts...I know - because I was thinking, "wow, I really *don't* know him as well as I thought I did - never knew he was in the Reserves."
/end blonde moment
I had my own blonde moment.
Tell 'em I said thank you!
I love me some soldiers...but everytime I see 'em they make me cry.
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