The Warrior Mother in me wants to reach through the phone and magically remove my son from harm. He's trying to carry on a normal conversation about food, movies and what he is thinking about doing when he returns home in December, and I am ready to vomit. Not only because my son is in harm's way, but because our Government put him there for absolutely no reason except power, greed and stupidity.
So today I get an email from the Company Commander in Iraq. These messages are received by "Marine Moms" on a daily basis. The message is contritely named "The Fallujah Courant." The 1st Sgt., or Sir, as he likes to be called, recounts the events of yesterday. "Mortars hit us yesterday not on the fourth. No one was injured but once again there was a little damage to the compound.....I put mortar frag in my cereal for breakfast, so bring it on..."
This Man from Mars then goes on a tirade about what good work they are doing building Iraq, and how in 2004 there was a government put in place and some farmland irrigated. Of course in 2004, after billions of our tax dollars hard at work given to Halliburton, Bectel, and many more degenerates living off the spoils of war, is their "farmland". But of course there is the façade of a "Government". Over 2,530 soldiers died and 25,000 horribly wounded to show how great we are at building a "democracy".
I have news for the 1st Sgt. those mortars are being aimed at sons, fathers and husbands. The cavalier attitude displayed in these daily messages is mind boggeling.