what a long road
i don't get how people can be so tactless so... dispicable.
it never ceases to amaze me on how one can place blame on another, and then miraculously the problem goes away for that individual. they place it on the government, both past and present, troops, on one political party or another. but it doesn't do ANYTHING. no problem was ever solved by pointing fingers.
i don't write like this for sympathy... i don't need it, nor do i desire it. but i have buried men... buried family, and watched another struggle to see a day when he could walk again. it does not feel good to watch him beat himself up thinking he is any less of a man without legs, when it wasn't his fault to begin with. it hurts to have to help him do simple things like bathe or dress himself in the morning. and then you see him defending himself and his brother when heartless human beings say the things they do... things that should never be repeated. he might not have his body, but he'd give his arms to defend his pride. it hurts to watch this.
clueless... clueless people who complain and whine about giving up their privacy, criticize soldiers as if they were the cause to all these problems, or bitch about war and politics and troop numbers blah blah the list goes on. but remember this: the people who could complain don't most the time. they give their opinions when asked, and silently wait this out because they know that merely talking never got anyone anywhere.
talk to the people who have paid mercilessly. the families who have bore the brunt of this war. don't talk to me about sacrifices when its me and my relatives being sacrificed. i wonder what will come of all this, of course; internally i question whether or not we should be there and if the reasons are worthy. but i will never utter negative sentiments. why? when my boys get off that plane, i do not ever want them to wonder whether or not they did a good job. i never want them to believe that they did all that for nothing. i guess thats someone else's job... someone like the men we met tonight. we may be the greatest country in the world, but we are without. we are without patriots, without pride, and without discretion. so place blame wherever you want, but know that the one you should be blaming is yourself.
it never ceases to amaze me on how one can place blame on another, and then miraculously the problem goes away for that individual. they place it on the government, both past and present, troops, on one political party or another. but it doesn't do ANYTHING. no problem was ever solved by pointing fingers.
i don't write like this for sympathy... i don't need it, nor do i desire it. but i have buried men... buried family, and watched another struggle to see a day when he could walk again. it does not feel good to watch him beat himself up thinking he is any less of a man without legs, when it wasn't his fault to begin with. it hurts to have to help him do simple things like bathe or dress himself in the morning. and then you see him defending himself and his brother when heartless human beings say the things they do... things that should never be repeated. he might not have his body, but he'd give his arms to defend his pride. it hurts to watch this.
clueless... clueless people who complain and whine about giving up their privacy, criticize soldiers as if they were the cause to all these problems, or bitch about war and politics and troop numbers blah blah the list goes on. but remember this: the people who could complain don't most the time. they give their opinions when asked, and silently wait this out because they know that merely talking never got anyone anywhere.
talk to the people who have paid mercilessly. the families who have bore the brunt of this war. don't talk to me about sacrifices when its me and my relatives being sacrificed. i wonder what will come of all this, of course; internally i question whether or not we should be there and if the reasons are worthy. but i will never utter negative sentiments. why? when my boys get off that plane, i do not ever want them to wonder whether or not they did a good job. i never want them to believe that they did all that for nothing. i guess thats someone else's job... someone like the men we met tonight. we may be the greatest country in the world, but we are without. we are without patriots, without pride, and without discretion. so place blame wherever you want, but know that the one you should be blaming is yourself.