independence day.

What upsets me the most about the Iraqi war? People complaining about it. Do you understand what this war represents? It represents who we are, Americans. Can you not see that we are there, because of the freedom we have, and the fact that we want to share our freedom with others? Anyhow... planned or not, the so called reason we are in Iraq is to "spread democracy" uh, news flash, you bitching about it constantly and the tomorrow wearing your red white and blue is pretty contradictory. take your red white and blue back to the closet and rethink what you are wearing and determine if you are truly proud to be an American or if bitching about things you can't control makes you happier. If so, go join the other side of the Iraqi War.

The point of my complaining is the general fact that we have the choice. We have a choice today to join the military. We choose to let our Sons join, we choose to sign the papers ourselves, we choose to make the commitment to stand up for our country. We do this for love, and for us to decide we don't want to do it anymore after our country makes a choice to stand up for ourselves after being brought down and broken by a horrible attack, makes me sick to my stomach.

My view, is that we should support those boys no matter what. When they don't have support at home, they don't do the best they can do, and they don't come home. They need to come home to their families, their kids, their wives, because I couldn't imagine having my husband lost in a war where my neighbor cursed him for being there. I couldn't imagine.

Tomorrow is the 4th of July. Independence day. Proud to be an American. Freedom reigns. Do we really appreciate being an American as much as we should? Do we really thank God for placing us here? Do we have any idea what it would be like to be in a different Country where freedom wasn't a free thing? I don't think we do. I don't think we know what it's like to not have the money for food, although we stuggle and we complain and hope for more money, we haven't ever gone without. We don't know what it's like to lose a sister or brother to starvation. We don't know what it's like to eat weeds from the front yard to stay alive. We don't know what it's like to have the government tell us what jobs we will have one day. And how much we are worthy of becoming. We don't understand this side of things.

Anyway. I'm trying to be in the spirit of the holiday, but I'm having these retarded girl moments that make me all teary-eyed and sappy. Gross. I hate being this way, because well, in reality I don't have anyone to appease my sappy moments. Noone to hold my hand and give me kisses good night. OH. I guess I could have brought 30y/o man home with me. He sure would know how to make me happy. -gag- I'm so pathetic.

I've been thinking about the future. What the future holds. What the future has in store for me and my friends. My family. My love life. My professional life. Where will I be when I get out of school besides in debt? Ha. Probably only there. Broke and in debt.

This one boy. Makes me smile. Mhm.