Wednesday, March 19th marks the 5th anniversary of the Iraq War. Tonight I came home and took a shower by candle light. It was all I could think to do right now to commemorate the troops who have passed away and those that fight on.
I'd like to talk about how demand for oil is destroying the fabric of our country. I'd like to wax eloquent on the plight of the Iraqi people. But not now.
Because frankly, right now, all I can or want to do is to offer up my agnostic prayers for my friend's brother who had to return to Iraq mere weeks after the untimely death of his sister.
Stay safe, kiddo. Your momma needs you to come home all in one piece. Hell, we all need you to come home in one piece.
