Susan over at My Life in the Foster Care Space Warp (see link under blogs I read because I don't know how to put it in here) wrote about going to a choir concert recently and how many children have parents serving in Iraq and how well the kids behaved and saluted the flag when it was brought in.
I have a brother-in-law that spent a year in Iraq in 2003-2004. Although he was able to be home for 4 days when his 2nd daughter was born - he missed the whole first year of her life. This was a HUGE sacrifice for him; however, he CHOSE to join the military. This is his full time job and he truly enjoys his job. We are very proud of him and all the other soldiers who are fighting so we can have the freedoms that we have. That year he also missed our wedding. We made video of our wedding/reception/dance and sent it to him in Iraq. He also sent a dollar for the dollar dance and towards the auction of my garter. Well he won the garter and he got his dollar dance. It may have been 1 year after our wedding, but he deserved it! He will never get back the "1st's" that he missed from his daughter's first year of life or the 1st day of kindergarten for his other daughter but he doesn't regret that. He has pictures and although, it's not the same, he is a proud soldier.
I also have a VERY close friend and several acquaintences from my hometown leaving next week to be deployed to IRAQ for the 2nd time. I worry about them; but again, this was their choice. No one forced them to sign on the dotted line.
Do I agree with the war? I can't say I do. There are far too many lives being lost, but it's not about whether the war is right or wrong. That decision was made by our President with whom WE, the American people, voted to have lead our country. Do I vote - no. So I really can't complain either. Right, wrong, indifferent, we are in a war and I really don't think we can just pull out of Iraq. We're there, we have to finish what was started.
We will be going to the prayer service today (which is my hubby's birthday) and funeral tomorrow for a local soldier that was killed in Iraq on my birthday, May 22. My husband grew up with this soldier and his family and it is really getting too close to home but again - he chose to be in the army. He is leaving behind a wife and 2 daughter's. He was 27 years old.
This is just my opinion and I know people will disagree with me but it is what it is.