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War...
I got some rather depressing news today. One of my brother Brandon's friends, Jay, was critically wounded in Iraq recently. No one is really sure what happened or when, just that his parents are going to Germany to be with him. My dad's going to check around tomorrow, so hopefully we'll get something more definate.
I wanted to mention all the other new things in my life, like my dad getting a motorcycle and that I'm going to learn how to drive it and such, but this just puts a pall on anything else that I wanted to say. While Jay and I weren't exactly close, I'm still very saddened because Brandon can't be here and won't get news right away, because that there's a chance that he could lose a good friend, because it had to happen at all. Jay was a noncom dammit, and while there is always a risk in war, noncoms shouldn't get hurt.
All of this strikes to close to home. Way to close. In my mind, I want to shove, and did shove, the concept of war as something far away, something that won't affect me, something that *can't* affect me. And this blows everything up. War *will* affect me and mine, and it's brutal and vicious and deadly and a place where even noncoms can and will get injured or dead. And really, in the back of my mind, I know this, but knowing and *knowing* are two different things. Now I *know*, and nothing will ever be the same.
And I feel kinda sick because all I can really think is: Thank you God, because Dad gets out at the end of July, and I won't have to worry about him as much any more.
I wanted to mention all the other new things in my life, like my dad getting a motorcycle and that I'm going to learn how to drive it and such, but this just puts a pall on anything else that I wanted to say. While Jay and I weren't exactly close, I'm still very saddened because Brandon can't be here and won't get news right away, because that there's a chance that he could lose a good friend, because it had to happen at all. Jay was a noncom dammit, and while there is always a risk in war, noncoms shouldn't get hurt.
All of this strikes to close to home. Way to close. In my mind, I want to shove, and did shove, the concept of war as something far away, something that won't affect me, something that *can't* affect me. And this blows everything up. War *will* affect me and mine, and it's brutal and vicious and deadly and a place where even noncoms can and will get injured or dead. And really, in the back of my mind, I know this, but knowing and *knowing* are two different things. Now I *know*, and nothing will ever be the same.
And I feel kinda sick because all I can really think is: Thank you God, because Dad gets out at the end of July, and I won't have to worry about him as much any more.
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(Anonymous) 2003-06-29 07:20 pm (UTC)(link)Oh, Heather, I'm so sorry. I hope you feel better, and I'm soooo glad your Dad is getting out soon.
Karlene