One of my favorite cousins arrived in Afghanistan. I don’t have anything to say about that but I had to say it. He is there. Several of my cousins serve in the military. My brother is in the Air Force. We’re lucky, for them and for us, that they are doctors and engineers and specialists, not infantrymen and foot soldiers. But still, he is there. And I hate it. I hate it for me and I hate it for him and I hate it for his wife and five kids. I hate everything about it.
I even hate that they do it because they feel it’s the right thing to do. (not that it isn’t, it is, but that it is. I hate that.)
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I hate it too.
For what it is worth I have a very good friend who has been there twice and he tells me again and again that he is never in harm’s way. I’m not sure if that is true or if he is just saying that to make me feel better, but he says not to worry. yeah, I’ll work on that.