For the Record, There are 6 people in the US with Jay’s name, 2 With Soleil’s and 1 with Luna’s.
I normally stay away from politics on my blog. It is something I prefer to discuss with other people, not to spout off into the T1 lines. However, last night I experienced something that I didn’t know how to handle.
My mom’s night date canceled for the second week in a row. Last week she was sick. This week, it is finalizing details on their move back to their house (remodel). I understood, but still wanted to get out. After Luna fell asleep, Jay encouraged me to go out. So, I grabbed my latest Spenser novel and went to B*rnes and N*bles and had a decaf Star*bucks and read my book.
I stopped at the store to get some frozen veggies as we were out. The guy in front of me at the checkout told me I was making him guilty. He had 1) large bag of M&Ms 1) blueberry pie 1) rotisserie chicken and 1) large Nestle3 Quick. He told me that was his dinner. I laughed and said that I would eat that way if I didn’t have kids. He said he was away from home.
I asked if he was on a business trip. He said yes, he was a vet and coming to the air force base in my town to talk to the guys heading out to Iraq. He had a broken knee, broken back and still had shrapnel in his head and back. We talked the small talk for a few minutes, I thanked him for going over and then he said "I hate to hear the media say we are there for no reason. Because I don’t want to think that I went through that hell for no reason"
My heart stuck in my throat
I simply nodded. Then I said "I hear ya."
He went off to have his dinner and I paid for my frozen broccoli.
What I wanted to say was
"There are so many good reasons to be in Iraq and so many wrong ones. I think we are there for the wrong reasons. And by being there for the wrong reasons, too many good people, American and Iraqi, are being hurt and killed. You weren’t there for no reason, but the wrong ones. And as a citizen, I am sorry that you had to go through that in my name."
But, I am chicken Shit and chose to stay silent
And all night I thought about this man with the deep scar on his eyelid. And how he wonders if there was a reason for him to go there.