Daily Life of a Marine Mom

A Piece of My Heart is home from Iraq


Thursday, September 15, 2005

Yes I will say it. I wish this war would END. But the Marines that I know and talk to all say that since they started the job of freeing Iraq from the insurgents and terrorists that they need to end it. I have tried very hard not to get political here. And I will try very hard to continue that trend. But I never wanted Bush as President and I regret deeply that the American people thought he would do a better job this time than he did the last four years. Bush being re-elected was the main reason that I tried to talk my son OUT of joining the Marines right now. As a Marine, Pres. Bush is your commander and chief. The Marine Corps are the only branch of the military that can be directly commanded by the President of the United States.

Now, some people may put me on one side because I REALLY want to see another democratic President. But, I totally support our troops in what they do and since most of them feel that being in Iraq is the right thing to do, so be it. I am willing myself to defend our Country to the last fiber of my being with my own life if need be. I could pick up a gun (and believe me, I am a good shot) and go out and fight for our country if such battle ever comes to my little spot of the world and easily live with what I do to defend my family and my country. I am patriotic. I just don’t trust, like or agree with our current President most of the time. This clumping of folks to the left or right seems to me to just be a way to cause strife in a country that is already RIFE with it. I would LOVE to see common sense being distributed to our government officials and have it thrust down their throats if that is what it takes. If I had one wish, it would be that people feel the same thing that they make anyone else feel. Now HOW would that change the world? I don’t think there would be many people leading us then that would blindly chose to ignore facts and risk the deaths of thousands on a whim. That would hurt them pretty bad when they felt those thousands dying in their heads. My son sure as hell wouldn’t be in Ramadi fighting right now. In fact, noone would be fighting.

Right now the war around Ramadi is intensifying horribly. I try very hard NOT to listen to the news lately but I can’t help it! It pops up everywhere and then I am so enthralled that I can’t look away. I try not to click that next link … but I physically can’t stop myself from doing it!

In any case, I still haven’t heard from Eric nor do I expect to anytime soon. It sounds like he is extremely busy over there on the Syrian border. I don’t know if I ever explained this on here, but Eric is a smart guy. And where does he feel it is best to serve the Marines? INFANTRY. My son is on the front lines carrying a SAW (squad automated weapon). I tried to talk him out of it, at least if he was going to be a Marine under our present government, not to become infantry, but that’s what he wanted to do. I am starting to think that teaching him to think for himself was a BAD BAD idea. The boy just won’t listen to his mother! He insists on being out there protecting his brothers and everyone here in the USA in, what he feels, is the best way to do it. Knowing he could do just as well somewhere else, not risking his life, I think he definitely qualifies for HERO status in my book.

Pray for the guys out there in the midst of a tragedy in the making. They need it right now.

Semper Fidelis and God Bless


Two Wolves

One evening an old Cherokee told his grandson about a battle that goes on inside people.

He said, "My son, the battle is between 2 "wolves" inside us all.

One is Evil. It is anger, envy, jealousy, sorrow, regret, greed, arrogance, self-pity, guilt, resentment, inferiority, lies, false pride, superiority, and ego.

The other is Good. It is joy, peace, love, hope, serenity, humility, kindness, benevolence, empathy, generosity, truth, compassion and faith."

The grandson thought about it for a minute and then asked his grandfather:
"Which wolf wins?"

The old Cherokee simply replied,
"The one you feed."

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