My impressions and expressions regarding the current world turmoil.
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Never in our lives have we seen a war like this before. The grainy black and white images of D-Day or Korea are like remnants of a prehistoric dig. The footage is an artifact of an era long gone. Even Vietnam was reported in sound bytes during the dinner hour. The moving pictures were delayed and edited to fit between commericials. NOW, right now...We have second by second, minute by minute LIVE coverage. Since "Iraqi Freedom" began, it can be a challenge to click through the cycle of television channels and NOT find talking heads spewing out more and more or too much information. Is it more than we want to know? Is it more than we need to know? I do not have any relatives in the military. I don't know a soul who is directly involved with the actual fighting. I thank God for that favor. However even though I am not directly involved, I feel the need to speak. I have no idea what I am going to say. These pages are a way to work this out in my mind, body, and soul. I do know two things for sure. I truly believe war is obsolete and despite my feelings about the act of war, I cannot help but pray for the troops doing their job.

March 29, 2003


All day long, the images keep coming. It is becoming a sick addiction. I watch with such anticipation. What am I expecting to happen? I am a well educated adult, yet there are moments when it just doesn't seem real. One minute, I expect to see someone jump up and say "WE WON!, WE WON!". The next minute with my heart beating faster and faster, I turn away from the TV because I am afraid the reporter on the front lines is going to get his head blown off at any minute with cameras rolling. My minds eye can visualize the blood and guts bursting forth and running down the glass on the television screen. I don't want to SEE that happen.

Officially, this action started on March 19, 2003. I suppose unofficially it started September 11, 2001. However, the essence of this struggle started long ago and has been brewing on many fronts. What part do I play as an American for this tension and hatred? I am just one of us who feel so naive and believe everyone loves us as much as we love ourselves. Wartalk mixed with the mundane images of middle class American life makes a strange stew. To drive down the street, it appears as if it is "business as usual". For me, my emotions are out of control....Lucky, happy, guilty, laughing, sorry, hungry, sad, up, down, up, down, up, down. Yet, I look at those images of Iraq and can't help to be thankful to live in the U.S.A.

Image after image, talking talking talking. I can't really make sense of the way I feel or what I am thinking. It is like the movie "Clockwork Orange". My eyelids are being held up with straight pins.


Will praying make a difference?

I had planned on keeping up with this BLOG and keeping it up as a war journal. However it was so upsetting, I stopped HERE......

ADDENDUM: March 29, 2008
Who would have thought, all this would still be going on 5 years later?
The scope of this tragedy is mind boggling!
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