Sad entry
My father leaves for his tour of duty in Iraq on Sunday and I just returned from his "going away" ceremony for all the troops and their kin. I didn't cry, but I saw other people doing so. I'm all out of emotions for the time being, well, with exception of frustration and lethargy, I suppose.
My cousin Ryan, who came back from his tour in Iraq last year, and who is my age, of course, agrees with me on the high percentage of bullshit this war on terror is, despite his Veteran plates. I couldn't help but roll my eyes when the N.H. congressmen compared 9/11 to the Boston Massacre of 1770, and how this is a similar fight for freedom.
But it when my cousin leaned over and whispered sarcastically "How come the president isn't here?" that really got me bitter. I know that Bush can't be everywhere, and ironically, today is his birthday, but aren't these people going to fight HIS war? For oil and money? Shouldn't he be here, in case they die for him? I was especially eye-rolly during the karaoke version of "I'm Proud to Be An American..."
But what can you do? Bush sucks, nobody wants this war, it's nothing new. Most of my rage is essentially due to the prospect of my father leaving, and I'm sure I'm not alone in that way. Before this, I didn't really think much of politics. But bottom line, like any other war, we will look back and think it had to be this way, the details will be lost and altered with time.
Though at the moment I totally disagree with the war, I will leave you with this one thought: When I was in the 8th grade, I interviewed my grandmother for a history project. One thing that struck me was her testimony that during World War 2, most people she knew didn't believe that the holocaust was really happening, that it was "too terrible" to be true.
Maybe someday Arabic will be offered in junior high, and our kids will be able to visit Baghdad for a class trip. The Bush empire will still be rich, and we won't be, and everything will seem okay. Come back safe, dad, so you can tell me how to run my life again!! I'll honestly miss it.
My cousin Ryan, who came back from his tour in Iraq last year, and who is my age, of course, agrees with me on the high percentage of bullshit this war on terror is, despite his Veteran plates. I couldn't help but roll my eyes when the N.H. congressmen compared 9/11 to the Boston Massacre of 1770, and how this is a similar fight for freedom.
But it when my cousin leaned over and whispered sarcastically "How come the president isn't here?" that really got me bitter. I know that Bush can't be everywhere, and ironically, today is his birthday, but aren't these people going to fight HIS war? For oil and money? Shouldn't he be here, in case they die for him? I was especially eye-rolly during the karaoke version of "I'm Proud to Be An American..."
But what can you do? Bush sucks, nobody wants this war, it's nothing new. Most of my rage is essentially due to the prospect of my father leaving, and I'm sure I'm not alone in that way. Before this, I didn't really think much of politics. But bottom line, like any other war, we will look back and think it had to be this way, the details will be lost and altered with time.
Though at the moment I totally disagree with the war, I will leave you with this one thought: When I was in the 8th grade, I interviewed my grandmother for a history project. One thing that struck me was her testimony that during World War 2, most people she knew didn't believe that the holocaust was really happening, that it was "too terrible" to be true.
Maybe someday Arabic will be offered in junior high, and our kids will be able to visit Baghdad for a class trip. The Bush empire will still be rich, and we won't be, and everything will seem okay. Come back safe, dad, so you can tell me how to run my life again!! I'll honestly miss it.