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So, I am sitting there in my own personal hell....my spray tanker eating my lunch. It was pouring rain all day, and I was soaked to the skin, and meloncholy to say the least.
I'm listening to Rush on the radio. I'm not a big fan, but it's decent to listen too when he is'nt bashing every idea I stand for.
"It's Open Line Friday...", and here it comes.....the similar call I have heard almost every day since Jessica Lynch was rescued. She's no hero...the caller says.
Now I am sitting there by a park, it's raining, and I am thinking as Rush tells the story about the Iraqi lawyer that walked 18 miles total to tell the American personel about the woman soldier being held at the hospital. I thought...how fucking cool is this guy. Something wonderful, and decent in the middle of this indecency.
Then I thought of the guys that went in and recued her....causing a diversion down the street, and taking arms fire as they went in and saved her from god knows what.
I started talking to myself....looking around and trying to put myself in their place as I looked out over the park, wondering what kind of guts it takes to do what they did, what she did, and to go thru what she went thru which we can speculate but never know. I actually cried a bit out of pride.
We watch the movies on tv, and at the theatre with a bag of popcorn. We see the troops, and wasted tanks in Iraq. Whet we see is TV...but what they see and feel is real. But there I sit, grumbling and feeling sorry for myself that I am out in the cold rain, working, while these guys went in and saved this girl.
I thought of the reporter that got permission to let four soldiers call their parents on his cell phone. The first one said...I'd like to let my commander take my call to call his wife who justhad a baby.
The second soldier said he wanted to call the parents of a commrad that died to tell them he died with honor. I thought of that and started getting emotional again.
Now...I didnt call Rush to tell him that a Democrat felt this way, and or that a Democrat got emotional thinking about what these guys are doing and going thru, but I finished my lunch, and went out and got soaked again, and thought to myself that a little rain isnt shit compared to what these people are going thru.
I dont necessarily agree with why we are there and all the geo political stuff that I know little about, but Heros?
God damned right they are Heros.
And so is Jessica.
I'm listening to Rush on the radio. I'm not a big fan, but it's decent to listen too when he is'nt bashing every idea I stand for.
"It's Open Line Friday...", and here it comes.....the similar call I have heard almost every day since Jessica Lynch was rescued. She's no hero...the caller says.
Now I am sitting there by a park, it's raining, and I am thinking as Rush tells the story about the Iraqi lawyer that walked 18 miles total to tell the American personel about the woman soldier being held at the hospital. I thought...how fucking cool is this guy. Something wonderful, and decent in the middle of this indecency.
Then I thought of the guys that went in and recued her....causing a diversion down the street, and taking arms fire as they went in and saved her from god knows what.
I started talking to myself....looking around and trying to put myself in their place as I looked out over the park, wondering what kind of guts it takes to do what they did, what she did, and to go thru what she went thru which we can speculate but never know. I actually cried a bit out of pride.
We watch the movies on tv, and at the theatre with a bag of popcorn. We see the troops, and wasted tanks in Iraq. Whet we see is TV...but what they see and feel is real. But there I sit, grumbling and feeling sorry for myself that I am out in the cold rain, working, while these guys went in and saved this girl.
I thought of the reporter that got permission to let four soldiers call their parents on his cell phone. The first one said...I'd like to let my commander take my call to call his wife who justhad a baby.
The second soldier said he wanted to call the parents of a commrad that died to tell them he died with honor. I thought of that and started getting emotional again.
Now...I didnt call Rush to tell him that a Democrat felt this way, and or that a Democrat got emotional thinking about what these guys are doing and going thru, but I finished my lunch, and went out and got soaked again, and thought to myself that a little rain isnt shit compared to what these people are going thru.
I dont necessarily agree with why we are there and all the geo political stuff that I know little about, but Heros?
God damned right they are Heros.
And so is Jessica.
