so i'm just say this really quickly cause i ain't got much time.
the other day i was gurding this guy in the hospital and during my breaks i was playing with this eight year old iraqie boy. the think about him well his eyes are dynamite his soul is completely soft and sad. but the other big thing the thing most people are going to notice are his missing forearm and leg. see the kid found a grenade and was playing with it and pulled the pin. our grenades aren't all that easy because they have three safeties but yeah, a kid could still pull it. but in blowing himself up he killed his brother. i don't think he understands this yet. i heard the nurses complaining that he wasn;t regressing and that's why they're not having kids and shit. the only thing that kid needs right now is some love attention and patience.
he was very imaginative and little dodgy on the trust issue. but i was helping him eat. it's hard eating foods with one hand and all you have is a plastic fork in it. i used the knife and helped him cut his food but i didn't want to do too much or he won;t learn to deal with his pains. next to him was a little girl who's intestines spilled out after an ied hit her with sharnal. fucking god damn mother fucking war...and a little reminder that even in these horrors of life you still find the overwelming beauty of life. it's a bit sharper in this light sometimes though.
chris
the other day i was gurding this guy in the hospital and during my breaks i was playing with this eight year old iraqie boy. the think about him well his eyes are dynamite his soul is completely soft and sad. but the other big thing the thing most people are going to notice are his missing forearm and leg. see the kid found a grenade and was playing with it and pulled the pin. our grenades aren't all that easy because they have three safeties but yeah, a kid could still pull it. but in blowing himself up he killed his brother. i don't think he understands this yet. i heard the nurses complaining that he wasn;t regressing and that's why they're not having kids and shit. the only thing that kid needs right now is some love attention and patience.
he was very imaginative and little dodgy on the trust issue. but i was helping him eat. it's hard eating foods with one hand and all you have is a plastic fork in it. i used the knife and helped him cut his food but i didn't want to do too much or he won;t learn to deal with his pains. next to him was a little girl who's intestines spilled out after an ied hit her with sharnal. fucking god damn mother fucking war...and a little reminder that even in these horrors of life you still find the overwelming beauty of life. it's a bit sharper in this light sometimes though.
chris
When do you get out of there?
How do you not cry in front of people?
--I guess boys don't cry...
I was scheduled to go to OCS for the Navy when I got out of college in 2003, but I blew my knee before I signed any papers.
Sometimes I think I got lucky, but sometimes I wish I was "doing my part". I'm glad somebody is.
I'm not for the war. Then again, if you're not against it you're supporting it. Every time you pay taxes or live quietly without protest.
People whose families aren't overseas don't think about the war at all. How can you really say you're living if you go through life with your eyes and ears closed? No horror, no beauty...just Old Navy and the Apprentice and gossip. Our Modern Life and its shallow disconnect is built on the backs of real people.
I'm rambling. Consider it a postcard. Take care of yourself.
Meg