| Aug. 22nd, 2004 @ 03:07 pm 5 weeks downs 8 to go! |
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Current Mood:  okay
Current Music: none...just the hum of my fan
So this week was unremarkable. The manager of my new department commented on how well I "know my product" and so she gave me another bump up and now I am a finalizer for the group department...I actually have people below me. Crazy! Well Jay is doing okay he has an ear infection now and got to have a day of bed rest because apparently it was "the worst ear infection the doctor said he had ever seen"...which is pretty much Jason in a nutshell...he gets sick and then just before he is completely better he gets a REALLY bad ear infection. Hopefully he will be calling either later today of next weekend...they are going to be moving to Camp Pendleton and so he calls to let family know he is safe and sound after moving. I am dying to hear his voice I think I have watched our wedding video about a million times, just to hear him speak!!!
Well Jay's mom Kim sent me this and I thought I would share it with all you since I thought it was pretty neat, she didn't write it but she is apart of some email list for mothers of serving sons and daughters, so yeah:
As some of you may know, one of my sons serves in the military. He is still stateside, here in California. He called me yesterday to let me know how warm and welcoming people were to him, and his troops, everywhere
he goes, telling me how people shake their hands, and thank them for being willing to serve, and fight, for not only our own freedoms but so that others may have them also.
But he also told me about an incident in the grocery store he stopped at yesterday, on his way home from the base. He said that ahead of several people in front of him stood a woman dressed in a burkha. He said
when she got to the cashier she loudly remarked about the US flag lapel pin the cashier wore on her smock.
The cashier reached up and touched the pin, and said proudly,
"yes, I always wear it and I probably always will."
The woman in the burkha then asked the cashier when she was going to stop bombing her countrymen, explaining that she was Iraqi. A gentleman standing behind my son stepped forward, putting his arm around my son's shoulders, and nodding towards my son, said in a calm and gentle voice to the Iraqi woman: "Lady, hundreds of thousands of men and women like this young man have fought and died so that YOU could stand here, in MY
country and accuse a check-out cashier of bombing YOUR countrymen. It is my belief that had you been this outspoken in YOUR own country, we wouldn't need to be there today. But, hey, if you have now learned how to speak out so loudly and clearly, I'll gladly buy you a ticket and pay your way back to Iraq so you can straighten out the mess in YOUR country that you are obviously here in MY country to avoid." Everyone within hearing distance cheered. |
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