Daily Life of a Marine Mom

A Piece of My Heart is home from Iraq


Wednesday, July 05, 2006

Okay .. so summer makes me lazy! At least as far as posting here. I sincerely hope that everyone had a marvelous Independence Day.

Eric and his friends went to the fireworks at Victory Field in 29 Palms last night. I was glad to hear that he was out having some fun. I know that he misses the yearly bottle rocket fights that he and his cousins had every year after the fireworks in our small hometown. I miss seeing them shooting the bottle rockets at each other too! Although I know it used to scare us (the adults) half to death lol. They had a rule that if they ducked when a bottle rocket (okay .. they did use the smaller ones!) came toward them they were chicken and the one that ducked was razzed by the other ones for the rest of the year! Needless to say .. I don't think Eric has ever ducked hehe.

I want to share the pic of Eric and his new girlfriend with you all too. Isn't she a cutie! Eric sure thinks a lot of her. So she must be a nice girl!

And now I want to pass on a letter that Ben Stein intended to go to those 'folks at the pointy end of the spear'. It may not show at times .. but more people care about you that you can ever know. And Ben Stein is one of my favorite columnist simply because he shows that he cares. Wish more people did that.

Thank you to those who serve and God bless all of us!

Ben Stein's Letter to the Folks at the Pointy End of the Spear
By Ben Stein


Dear Soldiers, Sailors, Airmen, Marines, National Guard, Reservists, in Iraq, in the Middle East theater, in Afghanistan, in the area near Afghanistan, in any base anywhere in the world, and your families:

Let me tell you about why you guys own about 90 percent of the cojones in the whole world right now and should be d*mned happy with yourselves and d*mned proud of who you are. It was a dazzlingly hot day here in Rancho Mirage today. I did small errands like going to the bank to pay my mortgage, finding a new bed at a price I can afford, practicing driving with my new 5 wood, paying bills for about two hours.

I spoke for a long time to a woman who is going through a nasty child custody fight. I got e-mails from a woman who was fired today from her job for not paying attention. I read about multi- billion-dollar mergers in Europe, Asia, and the Mideast. I noticed how overweight I am, for the millionth time.

In other words, I did a lot of nothing. Like every other American who is not in the armed forces family, I basically just rearranged the deck chairs on the Titanic in my trivial, self- important, meaningless way.

Above all, I talked to a friend of more than forty-three years who told me he thought his life had no meaning because all he did was count his money.

And, friends in the armed forces, this is the story of all of America today. We are doing nothing but treading water while you guys carry on the life or death struggle against worldwide militant Islamic terrorism. Our lives are about nothing: paying bills, going to humdrum jobs, waiting until we can go to sleep and then do it all again. Our most vivid issues are trivia compared with what you do every day, every minute, every second.

Oprah Winfrey talks a lot about "meaning" in life. For her, "meaning" is dieting and then having her photo on the cover of her magazine every single month (surely a new world record for egomania ).This is not "meaning."

Meaning is doing for others. Meaning is risking your life for others. Meaning is putting your bodies and families' peace of mind on the line to defeat some of the most evil, sick killers the world has ever known. Meaning is leaving the comfort of home to fight to make sure that there still will be a home for your family and for your nation and for free men and women everywhere.

Look, soldiers and Marines and sailors and airmen and Coast Guardsmen, there are eight billion people in this world. The whole fate of this world turns on what you people, 1.4 million, more or less, do every day. The fate of mankind depends on what about 2/100 of one percent of the people in this world do every day -- and you are those people. And joining you is every policeman, fireman, and EMT in the country, also holding back the tide of chaos.

Do you know how important you are? Do you know how indispensable you are? Do you know how humbly grateful any of us who has a head on his shoulders is to you?

Do you know that if you never do another thing in your lives, you will always still be heroes? That we could live without Hollywood or Wall Street or the NFL, but we cannot live for a week without you?

We are on our knees to you and we bless and pray for you every moment.

And Oprah Winfrey, if she were a size two, would not have one millionth of your importance, and all of the Wall Street billionaires will never mean what the least of you do, and if Barry Bonds hit ninety home runs it would not mean as much as you going on one patrol or driving one truck to the Baghdad airport.

You are everything to us, as we go through our little days, and you are in the prayers of the nation and of every decent man and woman on the planet.

That's who you are and what you mean. I hope you know that.

Ben Stein

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They're both just as cute as can be...I can see why you're so proud of him.
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