I miss my George
George son called today from Connetticutt. Things are going well there; lots of target practice. He is getting to know the folks from Rhode Island and they are creating relationships for the new unit which will deploy next month.
I was glad to get his call; I thought we would hear from him before this and I was beginning to be concerned. I know that once he is in Iraq, I probably won't hear from him for weeks. But that is not now. Not yet. The separation anxiety is terrible. How does one reconcile to the VERY REAL possibility of never seeing your child again? How is it that with 1/2 of this world's population bearing the next generation, we still have stupid wars?
Why hasn't EVERY MOTHER stood up and said "NO! YOU may not kill any more of my children over the price of oil or the imaginary lines between peoples!" ? I cannot understand it. I don't want to understand it.
I told MY SON, but HE had this idea that he could mitigate some of the violence and evil being committed by being a healer. What right has HE to make that decision? That's MY CHILD! I don't care what he thinks. He doesn't belong half a world away; with people who don't want him there; between them and their neighbors; whom they are trying to kill; over Allah only knows what.
I am trying to keep myself tightly wound-up, but I feel an almost hysterical need to scream; ALL THE TIME. "No! NO! NO! NO! NO!NO!NO!NO!NONOOOOOOOOO!"
This has to be the worst nightmare ever. Please let me wake up soon.
I was glad to get his call; I thought we would hear from him before this and I was beginning to be concerned. I know that once he is in Iraq, I probably won't hear from him for weeks. But that is not now. Not yet. The separation anxiety is terrible. How does one reconcile to the VERY REAL possibility of never seeing your child again? How is it that with 1/2 of this world's population bearing the next generation, we still have stupid wars?
Why hasn't EVERY MOTHER stood up and said "NO! YOU may not kill any more of my children over the price of oil or the imaginary lines between peoples!" ? I cannot understand it. I don't want to understand it.
I told MY SON, but HE had this idea that he could mitigate some of the violence and evil being committed by being a healer. What right has HE to make that decision? That's MY CHILD! I don't care what he thinks. He doesn't belong half a world away; with people who don't want him there; between them and their neighbors; whom they are trying to kill; over Allah only knows what.
I am trying to keep myself tightly wound-up, but I feel an almost hysterical need to scream; ALL THE TIME. "No! NO! NO! NO! NO!NO!NO!NO!NONOOOOOOOOO!"
This has to be the worst nightmare ever. Please let me wake up soon.