Pensamientos

Trying to be patient in the wake of my son's departure from Iraq, and the war zone, requires a herculean effort. The anxiety of the past year has has taken its toll. My son's mom is having "mominutition" and anxiety over this final phase of the tour. I'm having "convoy" dreams as I envision our boy driving in a large coterrie of armored vehicles protected by overhead Apache helicopters. Strong images of the initial U.S invasion and thousands of military vehicles in a blinding duststorm, pervade my thoughts. I can still hear David Bloom's nightly news reports of the first days of the war. I shall never forget him. I hope and pray that our soldiers will return safley while trekking over the same desert that they encountered a year ago. It has been a surreal time.