|This picture was taken the day I left Iraq in 2004.|
|These are some of the guys (and gal) I worked with.|
As I type this I am sitting on my bed with my dogs curled up on either side of me, fan blowing because it is a little warm, TV on, flushing toilet less than 15 feet away, running water and, well, do I really need to go on? Oh! And there are no explosions going off anywhere near me! I hear people complaining about stupid stuff, and I am just as guilty as the next guy, and there are people who make these issues look so petty it isn’t even funny. I was medically discharged from the military because of a non-combat related injury (nerve damage) I sustained while in Iraq. At first I was bitter and I had nothing respectful to say. After a fairly short period of time I finally realized that not only did I come home alive I came back with all my limbs attached. I realized that people I care about are going back time and time and time again. Some of them are coming back with the majority of their marbles missing. Most are coming back with nightmares.
I would love for everyone to take a moment and actually think about how lucky we are over here safe. Think about what these men and women are doing for us. I do not care if you agree with the reason we are in Iraq and/or Afghanistan, think about the service members. Think about their loved ones.
Any and all prayers for the soldiers currently serving, a special prayer for those who are serving in harm’s way, and a special mention for Michael, Carl and AJ would be greatly appreciated.
~If you hear that someone is speaking ill of you, instead of trying to defend yourself you should say: "He obviously does not know me very well, since there are so many other faults he could have mentioned"~