Obama's Amerika - Darkness falls on the Shining City (Intellectual Frogl...

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Purgatory

Well, I've been gone for 2 months and so much has passed. I found out my son will be stationed at Fort Ederle Italy. I don't know if he will be deployed from there or if he will deploy from stateside. If he deploys from Italy, I will do whatever it takes to be there to see him off. He sounded depressed when I talked to him last night. He misses his daughter. He received the package I sent him with a calling card and a cd player. I enclosed the 4 letters that were returned to me when he was moved from basic training to his residence across the street for AIT. I also enclosed the 4th25 cdI bought. The music was recorded and performed by soldiers stationed at Iraq. They actually recorded in Iraq. A raw and beautiful compilation of soldiers feelings, and I cried when I listened to it. I think it will help Marc. My daughter made a music video and posted it on my space. It has various pictures of her brother and features the song "God speed, sweet dreams. A mother's tribute to a son grown up, remembering her son as a little boy and wishing him the realization of his dreams. I have to go back to Taylor to finish the job there. I live here and live there and I can't seem to get a handle on anything. I feel like I'm in purgatory. Not sure when he will go. Not sure where he will leave from. I don't want him to feel all alone in this. I'm tired of hearing about what a big mistake it is for us to be in Iraq. We are there. Don't tell me my son is going to this place of death for nothing. He doesn't believe that. He is willing to die if dying is placed before him. Why is it that he can see a better place for Iraq and freedom for it's people, but so many here cannot? Why must we insist on instant gratification in whatever we do, not willing to go the long mile? The soldiers there see the good they have done. They see the horror also. Yet many of them want to return for another tour because they want to finish the mission. Dear Lord, please watch over these sons and daughters of ours. Surround them with your loving presence and wipe the tears they never let us see.

War and Worry

I have been gone for a very long time, and so much has changed. Marc was sent to Afghanistan, and he came back to us last January. So much worry and so much joy when I saw him walk off that plane. Home. I wanted this to be a blog about our journey, Marc and our family, but was spent with the tears and the knowledge of what my son endured during his deployment, and the sorrow of seeing his comrades who did not return and walk off that plane. This is a challenge that I never foresaw. Please God, please crawl into the hell of his mind that torments him day and night and comfort him. I would crawl in there myself if I could. Please draw around all our soldiers still in harms way, and keep them safe. Wrap Your loving arms around all those beloved of our fallen soldiers, and calm their fears, light their darkness with peace, and surround them with Your loving strength and comfort.
Remember the soldiers who come back. Remember they still need us. An Angel in front, and Angel in back, and Angels on all sides. Amen.