My son is on his way back to Iraq for his SECOND tour!!!

Miata

and I am sooooo very pissed about it. He is already traumatized, he has nightmares, he now has no appetite, and he is scared shitless. What I dont understand is how our government can think that it is ok to return them to Iraq after they have already made it back once. Here is a poem that he wrote

Another Day

I'm coming home from this war. I don't want to fight anymore.

I've asked myself 100 times before, What's this all really for?

I gave a lot while I'm here. All the things that I hold dear.

And when I look in the mirror, I'm filled with pain and fear.

Late at night, in my bed. I think of those who are dead.

Friends and foes drifting in my head. I'm overwhelmed with dread.

Just another day in Baghdad. The hardest time I've ever had.

Knowing any minute could be my time. Hear the pendulum swing away.

My time for home is coming near,. Someone get me out of here.

The lives I was forced to take. Can I forgive myself? I wake.

The difference I tried to make in this war. What's this all really for?

All the precious lives, now lost. It all came with a cost.

All of my reserves, I exhaust. Pull the trigger again.

The faces float behind my eyes. Didn't know that was the price.

My head is stuck in a fucking vice. Somebody free my soul!

Just another day in Baghdad. The hardest time I've ever had.

Knowing any minute could be my time. Hear the pendulum swing away.

My time for home is coming near,. Please, someone get me out of here.

Saw my friends drop, one by one. Who decides? Who comes next?

So many times I thought I'd die. Yet I still live on.

To the fallen brothers of this war. You cant give your country anymore.

You will be honored, cherished, loved. You will never be forgotten.

Just another day in Baghdad. The hardest time I've ever had.

Knowing any minute could be my time. Hear the pendulum swing away.

My time for home is coming near,. Please, someone get me the fuck out of here!

Late at night, in my bed, I think of those who are dead.

Friends and foes drifting in my head. I'm overwhelmed with dread.

Saw my friends drop, one by one. Who decides? Who comes next?

So many times I thought I'd die. Yet I still live on.

A Soldier

nicolaou

Miata

Your son sure has a way with words. I hope everything goes well for you both and that he gets back home safe to you again.

SixofNine

I wish you and your son courage and safety. I can only imagine how you must be feeling. (((Miata)))

frenchbabyface

PLEASE whoever can do something about it GET HIM THE FUCH OUT OF THERE !!!

How dare they send him TWICE !!! this have nothing to do with a parade to surround the lying and not even ashamed pres' damnit ... !

I'm sorry for your (((son, you and your familly))) !!! wishe him to be and come back safe !!!

prophecor

My heart goes out to you Miata. It's so hard to make any sense out of this now. Nothing can remove your discomfort at this time. My words are all I can give you at this time. War changes with such finality everything about a persons situation. I can't personaly relate to how your son must feel at this time, but I know that to take another man's life un-alterably changes a human being, forever.

As for the fear he expresses in his poem, I feel for him, my heart goes out to him as well as yourself. To have to live with that degree of uncertainty over your head has to be a recurring nightmare. My thoughts and prayers go out to you and your family in your hours of discomfort.

Love & Respect

Arthur

Double Edge

Even in Vietnam, we sent our guys only once. Any second tours were strictly volunteer. This STINKS! Our forces are too small and spread too thin. Your son writes well... My heart and prayers go with him and your family.

nilfun

I'm so sorry! ((Miata & son)))) What a moving poem- May he come back home safe to you once again.

2escaped lifers

(((Miata))) and your (((son))),

I feel for both of you, and am sorry you both feel the way you do. Know that our thoughts are with you both!!!

It is a shame that our forces are stretched so thin that your son must make yet another sacrifice. Regardless of how we feel personally about the reasons behind why we're in Iraq, know that we sincerely appreciate your son's noble sacrifices on behalf of the rest of us.

With warmest regards,

Brandon Bartlett

Doubtfully Yours

I'm so sorry Miata. So very sorry.

DY

frenchbabyface

PLEASE ... PLEASE ... PLEASE : CAN WE DO SOMETHING AGAINST THAT !!! ARRRRRGHHHHHHHHHHHHH !!!

Miata are you OK ?

To everybody and most over AMERICANS ... (even if you support this war) ... you can't support THAT ! CAN YOU ? Sorry to bother you but I just can't forget about him !!!

Is there something you can do ??? Can we think about IT !!! Manage to do something : Did you read his poem ??? What a nightmare !!!

My son is on his way back to Iraq for his SECOND tour!!!

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