Life’s a Dance

(Pardon my language)

This is bullshit. Utter bullshit. My heart aches for every person affected. I can’t believe we’re now being asked to do 15 months with our soldiers at war, 12 (if we’re lucky) at home, and then start it over again. We’ll make the sacrifice, pray that all soldiers come home & come home unharmed. And we’ll do it over & over again. But we shouldn’t have to do it for a war we’re never going to “win”. There’s no ending to a “war against terrorism”. There’s always going to be terrorists. And we can’t police that for the world for the rest of time.

I fully believe that no one is making these decisions lightly. But its not Bush’s daughters going off. Or Gates’ kids (if he has any). Or Cheney’s. Very few Congressman even have a kid in the military. Its just different when you aren’t being the one asked to send your husband off to possibly die. Or your son. Or daughter. Or wife. Or parent.

Conversation from tonight

Elizabeth: “Me sa(d).”
Me: “Why are you sad?”
E: pitiful look
Me: “Do you know why you’re sad?”
E: “aiy (yes)” [long pause] “dad”
Me: “What about dad?”
E: “Mi(ss) dad. Hol(d) me, please.”

And so we cuddled. And cried. Her for the short-term of her dad being away. Me for what I know is to come.