The following story is not meant to put down soldiers. I would never do that and I don't think that. This is just something that happened to someone I really care about.
There is a wonderful young man I've known since he was a baby. He is my son's best friend and was a fixture in our neighborhood for 18 years before he entered the Marines a year ago. I suppose I freaked out about the Iraq war more than a lot of people because of this young man. I didn't want him to go and shoot people, nor did I want anyone to shoot at him. It's a mom thing.
We just got word that he is being medically discharged from the Marines before he gets a chance to go to Iraq. Can you imagine my glee? I feel like a huge weight has been lifted. Of course, this young man is upset about the outcome because he worked very hard in the Marines and I admire his determination to become a soldier, if that is truly what he wanted to be. As a mom, I can't tell you how fucking happy I am that he is coming home. yay.
I just may hang out my flag on the day he comes home.
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