What I can’t fathom
After watching the Hurt Locker, I had a hard time with the fact that we, as a country, are in two wars. I just don’t see the point of any of this. Meanwhile, this morning because I woke up late having been awake for two solid hours last night for no good reason, I just walked Loca around the bayou and skipped the park. It was crisp but sunny outside and we ran into a fellow bayou walker with his dog and Loca and the dog played and played. He said that his son was headed to Iraq for a one year tour of duty and that his son-in-law was already in Afghanistan. I just couldn’t imagine living with that sort of weight on my shoulders. He said, “I guess I stay here and just walk around the bayou every day and wait for them to return.” I wanted to say something pollyannish to him about it would be alright but it sounded trite. Then he said, “It will be alright.”
When I was coming home, I thought of Tin learning karate like T and I were talking about, or learning music like we hope he has a predisposition or talent for, and I thought about him traveling the world with us. What I couldn’t imagine was him going off to fight a stupid war.