My Guys left for Iraq today... again. I wasn't at Fort Benning as I was in 2005, and my son didn't deploy this time, but I found myself thinking about my other "sons" all day -- Vinny & Rob. This time the Guys are married (both of these and many others will miss their first wedding anniversaries)... And they're two years older -- 21 and 22 this time instead of 19 and 20 like the last ... and both of My Guys have been there before. It's little consolation. They may be older, although far from old... but then again far older in many ways than those of us who have not been to war... not once but twice. How incongruent can it be that 21 year olds are the "old guys" the "new guys" will look to in the chaos of war?
So we're back to the worry. We're back to the waiting. We'll watch the news. And we won't. It's all more of the same... only different.
As for Noah, he's been a little down the last few days... helping his friends get ready for deployment, but with him not deploying, it's hard. It's even harder if he lets himself think about the consequences of war... He hasn't forgotten how many didn't return last time... no one has forgotten. No one will ever forget. And it's likely he'll have been medically discharged before his unit redeploys. Difficult. For now, he's assigned to the Rear Detachment, helping where he can and assisting the families of those deployed until he slays the "paper dragon" and the Army decides what will be his fate.
I know that there are those in American who claim to be suffering from "Iraq Fatigue"... but I really don't want to hear it. Really. How self-absorbed can you be to say you are "sick of the War" and "don't want to hear about Iraq" any more? When they say those things they disrespect these fine young men... and those of us who know why they serve should never miss the opportunity to remind them from time to time not only of these soldiers, but also of the families they have left for at least a year... reminded of the mothers, fathers, wives and children who remember every minute of every day that their loved ones are away.
Hurry home, my sons. Stay safe. Remember -- eyes up, heads & asses down!
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