Too close for comfort...
This is a little too close for comfort. We all spout off about how the casualties of war are necessary losses in the pursuit of world peace and freedom...but when it happens to YOU, to people YOU know...it suddenly becomes tangible. Dave's done plenty of stints in the desert but we've only ever come close to this kind of situation before: he had left Khobar Towers a couple of weeks before the bomb went off. We had a friend there then; he was working the LE desk at the time so managed to give us a call and let us know he was ok. This time the phone has been silent...(not that anyone from there called me anyway)..and I'm not sure if that's a good thing or not. If someone from here had been killed or injured, surely the jungle drums would have been beating before now? I hope so.
I was explaining to Shea why we had troops over there. She didn'g get why we were being bombed. I said it was because there were people who lived there who didn't want us there. Her response to that was "So why don't we just leave, then? If the people don't want us and they're killing our guys, do we really need to be there? What are they doing for us that's so important that we have to stay there and let Americans get bombed like that? Don't the President know that that's someone's Dad that got killed? Or doesn't he give a care that some little kid is going to be an orphan this easter?"
I didn't know what to say.
. My, my, my: Did you misplace the little Latin book or something, huh? Please DO continue to visit MY blog, and dazzle me w/ all that pretentious Latin stuff, huh? Especially since I already politely requested you stop it (as did Dharma) and you completely ignored our requests. So take another peek at your own quote above, huh? And follow your own suggestion for once~instead of forever preaching to the rest of us. Your humility truly takes my breath away young man.