my God . . .
Today turned out to be something more than expected. I had it all nice and planned out, nothing out of the ordinary, just spending time with the girls - but I got a little something extra. Maybe a bonus, maybe not, it all depends on your point of view.
On my way over to Abbey's I passed a deomonstration going on on Grinstead. Normally, I'll honk my horn to "impeach Bush" or to "bring back our troops," but not today. Today I was stuck in traffic and got a full view of what was going on. These middle-aged men and women were bringing the 2,000 dead soldiers to the attention of the passers-by. There were signs and t-shirts strung along a clothes line in-between telephone poles with people intermixed holding other signs. There was one sign that hit hard, it said "I just wanted to go to college."
Good God.
The tears flowed and continued to flow all the way to Abbey's street in Jeff. I called my mom after I was on the bridge and thanked her for everything she and my dad have ever given me. I would hate to be in the position of having to join the military just to go to college - especially during a war. I have it so nice, and these poor soldiers are stuck in a foreign country getting blown to bits. It was one of the few times that made the war real to me, not just something that scrolls across the bottom of my TV screen. These soldiers are my age, they're still kids and have a lot of growing up to do. Good grief . . .
God bless 'em all!