From my heart, THANK YOU for your service.
As much as a civilian can, I feel for you, I really do. I thought often and long about what a misery it must be to (A) be in the Nameless One's military, and (B) not be able to utter a syllable about it. And your situation was heightened pain and anguish.
You do answer some questions, confirm some suspicions, for me. I couldn't think most soldiers were happy with their CiC.
That is one of the things that, to use the corny phrase, just makes my heart swell with pride over President Bush. Sure, I'm to the right of him; sure I imagine I'd've done this and that differently than he has. But it is CLEAR BEYOND DOUBT that he respects and loves the military, and I think they know it. And what he does, he does from the heart, not as a calculation.
As a civilian, I think and say often, what a relief it is to have a President who doesn't make me cringe every time he appears or opens his mouth. More than that, this one actually makes me proud. He's REAL.
And what genius is that? President Bush unlike the Nameless One has not gone on and on about how terrible his predecessor was, and what a mess he left, and how he's had to clean up so much and repair so much. He just DID it. Actions, not mere words.
But those actions speak volumes, don't they?
Try not to be too bitter, if I may say so. The nation needed defending, and all the more with the Presient it had. You rose to the task. You're to be thanked.
And God (note caps, for personal pronoun) is to be thanked for the President we have.
posted on 05/02/2003 8:24:31 AM PDT
("...behold, they have rejected the word of the LORD, so what wisdom is in them?" [Jer. 8:9])
Thanks for the kind words. It was a tough nut to swallow, believe me. On more than one occasion I had battalion commanders order us to keep the anti-clinton comments to ourselves. As much as you hate the guy, you had to hold your tongue. I can only imagine the abject horror if Hillary ever gets elected pres. The poor guys on active duty that would be forced to meet her...it turns my stomach.
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