Yesterday my son signed out of the Marines. 2 Tours I do no reject anything I said here. I pray that there is a Fallujah father who is lucky enpugh to get his son home.
IRAQ FATHERS (or: the man I don’t want to meet) Somewhere in a place called Fallujah Is a man I’m afraid to meet. His son and mine Caught in other peoples wars For other peoples purpose. I know this man not at all And all too well For I share his disturbed sleep; He hears the guns as they fire That I see in chunky video And we wonder Which end is mine on? He worries like me About the son who will come home. If he returns at all. The one sent from home with dreams, Or a bitter, broken shadow? Will our sons meet on a soccer field Or a battlefield Or will one turn into the other? He and I never chose This mad maelstrom for our sons. So we pray for each other And our sons. Inshallah, my Fallujah friend And may God be with you.
I have had many friends in Iraq, and I have lost a few. I myself was deployed to the region, but before this current war.
It's never easy to see young men and women go to war and worry about the danger they are in, and how they will return. Having a child in war is something I have not yet experienced, so I cannot understand the full pain and fear, but I can imagine the edges of those feelings. This is an insightful view of how the links between the two "sides" are greater than the politics, the battles and even the fearful nights.
Thank you,
Terry
Reviewed by Lisa Cannons (Reader)
Reviewed on October 20, 2007
My son is being sent to Afghanistan......
I know how you feel
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irish
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It's never easy to see young men and women go to war and worry about the danger they are in, and how they will return. Having a child in war is something I have not yet experienced, so I cannot understand the full pain and fear, but I can imagine the edges of those feelings. This is an insightful view of how the links between the two "sides" are greater than the politics, the battles and even the fearful nights.
Thank you,
Terry
I know how you feel
hugs
irish
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