Pensamientos

Just finished chatting with my son Paul on MS messenger from Iraq. His new unit left Balad and moved to another town called Taji. It's 10 miles north of Baghdad and is considered a suburb of that city. It's still part of the Sunni Triangle, which is Saddam-territory and very dangerous environs. Paul said that they moved to participate in increased patrols to look for terrorists and Bathist holdovers, who are attacking troops and inserting explosives on the roadways to sabatoge American convoys. It's a thankless job, but the violence seems to have decreased this week. At least, the national news isn't reporting too much from Iraq. The press is too damn enamored with Janet Jackson's breast exposure, her brother's pedophilia, or Justin Timberlake's whining to care much about our brave American soldiers and the dangers that they face. The television press in this country is a joke! The so-called reporters blather ad-infinitum in droning monotones, the same stories 24/7 without an original thought. They pursue the trivial like hounds after a dripping liver. The women reporters have all purchased their false masculine voices from the same store. Some days I feel like blowing up my tv set, however, I just turn it off and scream. When it comes to Iraq, no news is good news though. I hold my breath in hopes that each day will bring no news and I pray constantly. Three weeks remain until Paul's unit heads to Kuwait for the final deployment home. It's been a very long and worrisome year. Thank God for the miracle of technology. The computer chats with my son from the war zone have brought us together like nothing else could. We've been able to share news from the homefront and the war zone in real-time and express our love in cyberspace.