Let's see... the news is pretty censored, the president lies to us, and people are dying like crazy. It's certainly hard to believe that our being there is doing any good or that we are there for the reasons we've been told. Still, I hang onto what little hope I have left, that there is some noble purpose behind it all... that our president did not use the loss of thousands of people in 9/11 for his own political and financial gain, and that some greater good will shine through in the end. It is naive I know. But I have to "think", at least for now, that my (step)-son, whom I could not possibly love more if I had given birth to him myself, is not laying his life on the line for nothing. I need it, however stupid or naive people may say that I am. Because right now the only things I really do know, are that my son has been there over a year - He's tired, sick, frustrated, lonely and at times quite scared. I know he's come too close, too many times, to being blown off the face of the map. I know I hear gunfire in the background of his phone calls and that it makes me so scared I get sick. I know the longer he is there, the less likely he is to make it home. After all that, it really doesn't matter what I "think."
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