The War on Terror

As our Presidents War on Terror continues day after day I am embarrassed and ashamed to admit some days I don't think about it (not once). Other things come up, and I find myself consumed with me and the immediate things around me. I know I am not the only one who does this, but it doesn't make it okay. 

Today I thought about gladiator sandals (at least five times), hypothesized the physiological process of how panting cools dogs off, thought about when to put in the AC, and many other inconsequential things. Not once did I think about the sacrifice other women and men are making, and that I myself am too coward to make.  That is until my brother called.

Nathan just relocated to Whidbey Island (he reported for duty on Monday), and today he called to tell me that tomorrow he leaves for Afghanistan. I felt like such a jerk. Here I am wondering what I would wear with my gladiator sandal, while my brother spent the whole day trying to find his uniform in storage, pack all of his stuff, make sure he can leave his stuff in storage for the five months he will be gone, call everybody, get somebody to pick up his truck from base, order new tags (because he lost his), get all of his flight information together, etc.  

This was a big slap in the face for me. I am ashamed to admit that I let myself cloud what should not be clouded. 

I am sorry Nathan. Try not to let the sand, the heat, and everything else you know to expect get you down. I love you and I'll email you pictures of Charlie!