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When will they come home

I was at the post office earlier today. There was a young girl in front of me with a yellow box with pink and magenta hearts on it - probably a valentines day gift.

Girl: How long will this package take to get to Iraq?
Postal employee: where?
Girl: Iraq
Postal employee: One to two weeks, depending upon where in Iraq.
Girl: I know I should have done this last week.
My heart grew very heavy. When will our people come home?

Comments

Sylvia K said…
Oh, yes, when???? I ask that question everyday.
February 10, 2009 at 8:08 PM
Lori ann said…
"war is not healthy for children and other living things"
I remember this saying from my highschool days, a looong time ago. Were still saying it.
bless.
February 10, 2009 at 9:32 PM
bindu said…
It was so irresponsible of the govt (you know which one!) to send young men and women to a war that will be so hard to pull out of. The emotional price is being paid by all the families and loved ones as well.
February 11, 2009 at 8:04 AM
Deb said…
Sad, frustrating...what a powerful post. In just a few words you depicted the emotions of this situation. I think you should send this to the newspapers, govt officials...so no one forgets.
February 11, 2009 at 10:43 AM
Bobkat said…
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February 12, 2009 at 4:34 AM
Bobkat said…
I actually find this quite heartening in a way. Let me explain and I am not going to even touch on the politics and right and wrong of the situation in Iraq and Afghanistan (which we Brits are also engaged in).

Those young men and women are away doing their jobs and I think it is so nice that they have people at home who support them and love them and send them gifts (even if they do arrive late). That is so important when people are away from home for prolonged periods. So I am heartened that this girl was at the post office with her cheery looking box given the current situation is what it is. It will be very welcome when it gets to its destination :)
February 12, 2009 at 4:37 AM
Life is Journey said…
Yeah, really true but sad.We as common men can pray to God and wish one day they will come back & meet there families.
February 12, 2009 at 8:22 PM
Anonymous said…
when i was at the library i saw a pamphlet which read "selective service " .

the obaman government definitely has plans and that is reassuring enough.
February 13, 2009 at 2:54 PM
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