Just got this in an email and felt it deserved posting....could not decide which forum would be best...Politics or Off Season. Did the ole coin toss and Off Season won.
I was sitting alone in one of those loud, casual steak houses that you
find all over the country. You know the type--a bucket of peanuts on
every table, shells littering the floor, and a bunch of perky college
kids racing around with longneck beers and sizzling platters.
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Taking a sip of my iced tea, I studied the crowd over the rim of my
glass. My gaze lingered on a group enjoying their meal. They wore no
uniform to identify their branch of service, but they were definitely
"military:" clean shaven, cropped haircut, and that "squared away" look
that comes with pride.
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Smiling sadly, I glanced across my table to the empty seat where my
husband usually sat. It had only been a few months since we sat in this
very booth, talking about his upcoming deployment to the Middle East.
That was when he made me promise to get a sitter for the kids, come back
to this restaurant once a month and treat myself to a nice steak. In turn
he would treasure the thought of me being here, thinking about him until
he returned home to me.
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I fingered the little flag pin I constantly wear and wondered where he
was at this very moment. Was he safe and warm? Was his cold any better?
Were my letters getting through to him? As I pondered these thoughts,
high pitched female voices from the next booth broke into my thoughts.
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"I don't know what Bush is thinking about. Invading Iraq You'd think that
man would learn from his old man's mistakes. Good lord What an idiot! I
can't believe he is even in office. You do know, he stole the election."
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I cut into my steak and tried to ignore them, as they began an endless
tirade running down our president. I thought about the last night I spent
with my husband, as he prepared to deploy. He had just returned from
getting his smallpox and anthrax shots. The image of him standing in our
kitchen packing his gas mask still gives me chills.
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Once again the women's voices invaded my thoughts. "It is all about oil,
you know. Our soldiers will go in and rape and steal all the oil they can
in the name of 'freedom'. Hmph! I wonder how many innocent people they'll
kill without giving it a thought? It's pure greed, you know."
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My chest tightened as I stared at my wedding ring. I could still see how
handsome my husband looked in his "mess dress" the day he slipped it on
my finger. I wondered what he was wearing now. Probably his desert
uniform, affectionately dubbed "coffee stains" with a heavy bulletproof
vest over it.
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"You know, we should just leave Iraq alone. I don't think they are hiding
any weapons. In fact, I bet it's all a big act just to increase the
president's popularity. That's all it is, padding the military budget at
the expense of our social security and education. And, you know what
else? We're just asking for another 9-ll. I can't say when it happens
again that we didn't deserve it."
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Their words brought to mind the war protesters I had watched gathering
outside our base. Did no one appreciate the sacrifice of brave men and
women, who leave their homes and family to ensure our freedom? Do they
even know what "freedom" is?
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I glanced at the table where the young men were sitting, and saw their
courageous faces change. They had stopped eating and looked at each other
dejectedly, listening to the women talking.
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"Well, I, for one, think it's just deplorable to invade Iraq, and I am
certainly sick of our tax dollars going to train professional baby
killers we call a military"
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Professional baby killers? I thought about what a wonderful father my
husband is, and of how long it would be before he would see our children
again.
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That's it! Indignation rose up inside me. Normally reserved, pride in my
husband gave me a brassy boldness I never realized I had. Tonight one
voice will answer on behalf of our military, and let her pride in our
troops be known.
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Sliding out of my booth, I walked around to the adjoining booth and
placed my hands flat on their table. Lowering myself to eye level with
them, I smilingly said, "I couldn't help overhearing your conversation.
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You see, I'm sitting here trying to enjoy my dinner alone. And, do you
know why? Because my husband, whom I love with all my heart, is halfway
around the world defending your right to say rotten things about him."
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"Yes, you have the right to your opinion, and what you think is none of
my business. However, what you say in public is something else, and I
will not sit by and listen to you ridicule MY country, MY president, MY
husband, and all the other fine American men and women who put their
lives on the line, just so you can have the "freedom" to complain.
Freedom is an expensive commodity, ladies. Don't let your actions cheapen
it."
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I must have been louder that I meant to be, because the manager came over
to inquire if everything was all right. "Yes, thank you," I replied. Then
turning back to the women, I said, "Enjoy the rest of your meal."
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As I returned to my booth applause broke out. I was embarrassed for
making a scene, and went back to my half eaten steak. The women picked up
their check and scurried away.
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After finishing my meal, and while waiting for my check, the manager
returned with a huge apple cobbler ala mode. "Compliments of those
soldiers," he said. He also smiled and said the ladies tried to pay for
my dinner, but that another couple had beaten them to it. When I asked
who, the manager said they had already left, but that the gentleman was a
veteran, and wanted to take care of the wife of "one of our boys."
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With a lump in my throat, I gratefully turned to the soldiers and thanked
them for the cobbler. Grinning from ear to ear, they came over and
surrounded the booth. "We just wanted to thank you, ma'am. You know we
can't get into confrontations with civilians, so we appreciate what you
did."
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As I drove home, for the first time since my husband's deployment, I
didn't feel quite so alone. My heart was filled with the warmth of the
other diners who stopped by my table, to relate how they, too, were proud
of my husband, and would keep him in their prayers. I knew their flags
would fly a little higher the next day.
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Perhaps they would look for more tangible ways to show their pride in our
country, and the military who protect her. And maybe, just maybe, the two
women who were railing against our country, would pause for a minute to
appreciate all the freedom America offers, and the price it pays to
maintain it's freedom.
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As for me, I have learned that one voice CAN make a difference. Maybe the
next time protesters gather outside the gates of the base where I live, I
will proudly stand on the opposite side with a sign of my own. It will
simply say, "Thank You!"
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(*Lori Kimble is a 31 year old teacher and proud military wife. A
California native, Mrs. Kimble currently lives in Alabama)
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To those who fought for our Nation: Freedom has a flavor the protected
will never know. GOD BLESS AMERICA!
Location: White Sulphur Springs, West Virginia USA
Posts: 226
RE: Thanks Sunset!! Long but worth the read.
Im gonna get a hard time about this I know-
Listen Im an American and yes weve got freedom and that freedom came at a cost and it still costs for that freedom to this day- but these sob stories and patriotic uplifting tales are making me sick- everytime America screws up and sticks there (our) nose where it doesnt belong ,someone in the guise of patriotic duty has to come up with some tale of someone putting someone else in there place because their loved one or whomever has CHOSEN and sworn an oath to defend our country from some threat, whether real or percieved .
Yes I guess if I wanted to or could , I could go to another country and live but I Choose not to
As I once heard, America is the worst place to live, but its better than all other options. America isnt always right, neither is it always wrong but ever since Vietnam weve been more wrong than right
And that is the fault of the so called "leaders"(politely put) that some people(the rich and affliuent) have put in office/ ( if you still think youre vote counts Ive a bridge to sell you. )
I still hear the the words I believe were spoken by George Washington" Beware of Foreign Influance"
Rip me apart, but if you want to discuss this as adults we can -either here or elsewhere.
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Muzzy Bad To The Bone
Goats and Pigs Neither Bought Nor Sold!
You don't have to agree with our government, our our leadership, but you have to admire, who I think are the real heroes of the War, the wives who keep everything together back home. I have been stationed here in Korea for over 16 months, with 2 months left to go. I know that sometime next year I will be on my way to Iraq. I look in admiration and awe at my wife, who has been raising our son by herself, and doing so preagnant for the past eight months( I was busy on mid tour... LOL) the family members who stay strong and keep the homefires burning are the amazing ones. I go where I go and do what I do because I love my country and want to do all I can to preserve those freedoms I so dearly love. There is no way I could do this job to the best of my ability if I didn't know that there was an amazing woman back home taking care of everything back home. I just want to say thank you to all the wives and family members of people deployed overseas for this great nation
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A Country boy Can Survive!!! Finally home from Iraq!!!
Sometimes you eat the bar, and sometimes the bar, well he eats you....
Get the chip off your shoulder! Here's the sad thing, I have family who are going there or have been there fighting for your right to be a jack@$$, and your lack of appreciation for what they give up is overwhelming. You and everyone else here knows that you'd be the first pig squealing if your "rights" to choose where or how you want to live or speak were being removed. Yet you'd also be the first to point the finger at someone else and say, "Let him protect my rights! Let him die for me!" Because you wouldn't have the guts to protect those rights yourself. Take your idiotic ideas of superiority elsewhere, you are not welcome here if you can't respect other people. This is not the only place that I have seen you post your negative and overwhelmingly stupid thoughts about how things are. I am fed up with you and wish that my family and friends didn't have to waste their time protecting your rights... if you can't appreciate them then leave. They don't need to die for an idiot like yourself.
wahunterinrok,
May I thank you and your family for the sacrifices you are making on our behalf. I can't even imagine how hard it is going to be for all of you. There is no way to show my appreciation, I am in great debt. But I will always salute you and our flag in appreciation for your service. My heart and prayers will be with you as you serve our country.
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"If guns kill people I can blame misspelled words on my pencil!"
So Mordecia... what have you done for this country lately. Some people need uplifting stories. You don't... fine, stay out of the conversation. It wasn't a request for debate. It was a touchy feely story. You don't like touchy feely... slam your finger in a door or something like that. I personnally don't care, but I do like to hear things like this. This one may be actual or it may not... but I guarantee you it's happened before and will again. It's a far cry from when I came home and the stories that people were spreading then. I personnally think we came a long way without your input. I'm just crotchetty enough and have been slapped in the face enough in life that I will speak up when someone gets on our boys. I used to be one with a little different treatment of the day. Touchy Feely is better than pain in the butt crotchetty old men.
Thanks Sunset!! Long but worth the read.
