Dear G.I. Joe

Wednesday, March 21, 2007

Tonight, I was chatting with a guy who served in the War. He doesn't talk about it much. He told me a story about some people who came into "his office" and jumped down his throat about the "stupidity of the War". Is your gut clenching, too?

Ugh. UGH. Argh. ARGH. Soldiers, I offer this to you as a token. Perhaps, sometime, there will be more I can do. Lord, let it be.


The Aubs
Atlanta, GA

20 March 2007

Dear Joe,

I heard they called up your unit for the third consecutive tour in Iraq. By the time you get home, your little girl will be 3. She'll think "Daddy" is slang for "telephone". Your wife will be so used to handling life solo, it'll take some blood, sweat, and tears to figure out how to live in harmony again.

I know you must've seen some horrible things, Joe. I've heard a lot of soldiers have nightmares and severe guilt and depression post-service. Have you ever had to pull a trigger or drop a bomb when everything in your heart was screaming "No!"?

It's such a stupid, complicated thing. War. But you, Joe-- are an honorable man. You are fighting for something bigger than yourself. You are sacrificing so many sweet moments in your life for the person fighting beside you. You are choosing to submit to your authority and these days, that's a rare thing, indeed.

I am so sorry. I'm sorry for all the people in our country who have absolutely no respect for anything. Leaders are accountable to God for their decisions. The blood of innocents is on their hands if they call "fire". I'm sorry if you've ever had to listen quietly as someone used you as a landfill for their political wisdom. I'm sorry if your pledge to service has ever been abused by authority figures with impure motives.

I'm sorry I can never really understand the fullness of your sacrifice. But Joe, I'm also glad. I'm glad I didn't know how much those white scorpions sting until you told me. I'm glad I haven't seen a village under fire. I'm glad I don't know what it feels like to be a running target. You're standing in my place.

I'm sorry I haven't done more to support you. I would bake a thousand cookies if I thought that would make a difference... do you like snickerdoodles? ;)

Let me end by saying I'm proud of you. I'm proud to live in a world where people like you still live, and work, and dream. I have so much respect for the path you walk. How many Americans have made such a sacrifice?

I don't care what the critical, the intelligent, the docu-drama makers, the trendy liberal left,.... I don't care what they say. I won't listen to a word against you.

Press on, Joe.

love and snickerdoodles.


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