I'm not the best at caring about politics. I lean away from most political things because I have no faith in anyone. But the war that has killed 5 thousand some odd men and women kind of makes me pay attention.
I'm very patriotic regardless of my complete lack of political faith. My grandfather was a rescue diver in the Navy, and a cook. Forming my love of America and food.
This memorial and this so called war has a special place for me because it has affected me on a personal level. I've had 4 friends go and only had 3 come back.
The one who didn't come home was named Jim Coon. We were coworkers and he even asked me out on a date once.
Unfortunately for him I started dating my now husband the week before he decided to ask me out. Other wise you could be reading a completely different story right now.
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I don't know anyone else who knows anyone who was killed in this war effort.
When this Memorial was being built one of my customers was the main leader and painter of the crosses. He was inspired and impassioned. I agreed with him.
It should be in our faces everyday the price we are paying for this war. Its men who will never go on another date, have a child, walk hand in hand with their wife in the evening, hell drink a delicious cocktail at a fancy Yelp event.
Then I had another customer who adamantly was against it. While I understood his sentiment, I don't understand not being open and talking about what is happening. , and letting people express it the way they want to.
He felt it wasn't honoring the soldiers.
Are our soldiers coming home? I don't know, there seems to be rumors of such things.
While my husband and I were just looking at the memorial two boys, roughly the age of 12, were walking right in front looking very hard at the ground and whispering to themselves.
As I walked to get into our truck I looked back to see one of them with a small hand held BB Gun at his side. They were walking along and shooting inconspicuous bugs or vermin in the dead grass.
It struck me as how fitting, young men playing with mock firearms in front of a memorial that is fraught with controversy over the machismo or powerful men.
That moment will be burned in my memory like the moment someone told me my friend had been killed.
Maybe one day when I'm an old woman this memorial will be made of some type of bronze on a hill in Washington DC to honor our soldiers.
If that ever happens I will cry again like I did at the Vietnam Memorial thinking of all the life Ive lived while 5 thousand some odd men and women are frozen in time. read more