Monday, June 20, 2005

To the Soldier who works at Taco Bell in Corning, CA

So, I'm just going to take a second here and confuse people. Well at least those of you that don't know me really well. (You lucky people are ALREADY confused by me -- and love me anyway.) Because something touched me this weekend and reminded me exactly who I am and where I came from.

Now I've made no secret of the fact that I don't like this war, that I'm not particularly fond of ol' Dubya and that I'm just generally what some would call Liberal. I am what I am and I respect what all of you are (even if it means we can't talk about politics - kidding).

That being said. You may or may not have picked up on the fact that I lived in Texas before moving out to California. Well Cibolo is a bit of a military town. I think there are 3 Air Force bases and an Army base within an hours drive from there. It is the chief employer. Also, both of my parents were in the Army.

Suffice it to say that I grew up with a very real knowledge of what it means when troops are deployed. It meant that my friends' moms and dads were gone, and sometimes their older brothers and sisters. That is how I've always thought of it. So, regardless of all the protesting I did before the war and my personal opinions about the realities of this particular war, I will never protest the soldiers.

Because those are our sons, daughters, brothers, sisters, husbands, wives and friends.

I wish you all safety and God Bless.


Liz said...

I second that. To all the soldiers, you are in our thoughts and prayer everyday. We can't wait for the day of your safe return.

Shawn said...

Tiffany, we've never met but I'm sure Michele has mentioned me, her brother, once or twice. :) One of the great things about our country is that we don't have to agree on everything - it's that freedom and more that all of us who serve hold dear and are willing to pay the ultimate price to defend. Thank you for showing your support to us and God Bless to all my brothers and sisters in arms.