Found out today that my *** is coming home from Iraq this weekend for good. Since I buried his older ******* a year and a half ago, this has been a walking hell and this site has been my refuge from that reality; thank you all.
There have been days that I could smell the burning rubber from his Humvee the nightmares got so vivid, then flash back to the day his ******* hung himself. it's a good day now. my boy is coming home.
To Mr. Rumsfeld I have this to say: In the days of old, when a man would screw up as royally as you have, it was customary for them to throw themselves onto their swords. Not go hide somewhere and write their memoirs. You wrapped yourself and this country into some nostalgic ***** reminisent of the Teutinic Knights on crusade and a lot of young paid for this folly with more than just their lives. Happy now?
There have been days that I could smell the burning rubber from his Humvee the nightmares got so vivid, then flash back to the day his ******* hung himself. it's a good day now. my boy is coming home.
To Mr. Rumsfeld I have this to say: In the days of old, when a man would screw up as royally as you have, it was customary for them to throw themselves onto their swords. Not go hide somewhere and write their memoirs. You wrapped yourself and this country into some nostalgic ***** reminisent of the Teutinic Knights on crusade and a lot of young paid for this folly with more than just their lives. Happy now?
