War sucks. 11.22.05
Yesterday was quite a day. I was still feeling very emotional about JC and the conditions for our soldiers in Iraq. When I got to work I emailed my friend, TI (more about him later) who happens to have a pretty prestigious civilian position in the military, to tell him that addtional troups had been killed in JC's unit. TI replied about how sad it always is and then made what I took as a condescending comment at the time. He wrote "Been doing this a number of years, to me all the kids are important". I was ticked. As if I didn't think all of the soldiers are important??
I replied to his note and said "Just so ya know -- they're all important to me, too. Every last one of them". At that point I could have easily gone on never to communicate with TI again. Pretty childish of me, but entirely true due to my state of mind at the moment. Much to my surprise a reply popped up on my screen. TI explained that he was not implying that they are not important to me, just that through the years he has been close and personal with many. Okay. He sounded sincere. I knew he was sincere. He's not unkind by any stretch of the imagination. I had to make amends. I wrote back to explain my emotional state of mind and just burst into tears right there in my office. As always, I let TI know exactly how I was feeling... emotionally drained, and hateful towards war and all involved in creating it. I thanked him for always being around to support me. Of course I can't leave well enough alone so I sent him another email a few hours later to say I was better and and tell him I would understand if he wanted to "check out" of this whole email thing with me. Evidently he doesn't. He's cool with it; so am I.
After work I went to the gym to work off some of the emotional stress of the day only to get home later and find a letter from JC had arrived. Four pages -- one explaining a bit about living conditions, the other three pages were a little like a horror story unfolding as JC explained what a hell hole he is in. War isn't pretty. War isn't fair. War isn't for the faint of heart. JC, the military robot, gets through his days fighting for his life and his sanity. Yeh. War sucks.
I replied to his note and said "Just so ya know -- they're all important to me, too. Every last one of them". At that point I could have easily gone on never to communicate with TI again. Pretty childish of me, but entirely true due to my state of mind at the moment. Much to my surprise a reply popped up on my screen. TI explained that he was not implying that they are not important to me, just that through the years he has been close and personal with many. Okay. He sounded sincere. I knew he was sincere. He's not unkind by any stretch of the imagination. I had to make amends. I wrote back to explain my emotional state of mind and just burst into tears right there in my office. As always, I let TI know exactly how I was feeling... emotionally drained, and hateful towards war and all involved in creating it. I thanked him for always being around to support me. Of course I can't leave well enough alone so I sent him another email a few hours later to say I was better and and tell him I would understand if he wanted to "check out" of this whole email thing with me. Evidently he doesn't. He's cool with it; so am I.
After work I went to the gym to work off some of the emotional stress of the day only to get home later and find a letter from JC had arrived. Four pages -- one explaining a bit about living conditions, the other three pages were a little like a horror story unfolding as JC explained what a hell hole he is in. War isn't pretty. War isn't fair. War isn't for the faint of heart. JC, the military robot, gets through his days fighting for his life and his sanity. Yeh. War sucks.
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