Afghanistan Through My Eyes - fallen soldiers

Today I was reading about the funeral of a fallen Ranger. What filled me with pride was how his brothers honored him with their words and presence. I know how hard it was for all of them to be living and carrying their fallen friend.

What hurt me and shocked me was a Church group from Kansas that came to terrorize the funeral. There is no other word to discribe their antics. These zelots who are so misguided by their ignorant interpretations can only be punished by the God they believe in.

Taps is played every evening. It is a reminder of how precious life is and what a soldier's sacrifice is.

Afghanistan Through My Eyes - Veteran's Chapter - Jason

Tomorrow is Monday, November 29th almost three weeks before my requested dates to go to Afghanistan.

On Saturday night I met Jason a Naval Reservist, fighter pilot on active duty. I told him my plan to go to Afghanistan. He thought it was an amazing idea. I told him how I was waiting for my orders and how it was beginning to make me a little crazy. I then mentioned I had friends with the 25th division. He said I was a lucky lady.

Afghanistan Through My Eyes - holidays away from home

Happy Thanksgiving to all those men and women in Afghanistan.

As I walk around NYC stuffed with a delicious meal, I think about all the men, women and children who have nothing here in the US. Their bellies are empty and they have no place to sleep. Their shelter is the overly bright subway station or dark alley where they hide unseen. Who were they once and what are their dreams?

Everyone deserves to have a dream.

Afghanistan Through My Eyes - holidays away from home

I'm back in NYC.
It's almost Thanksgiving.
I have so much to be thankful for...it's endless.

Afghanistan Through My Eyes - three cups of tea

Thanksgiving week is upon us and all of us alive have so much to be thankful for.

A dear friend of mine whose son is a Ranger, lost his best friend. He has lost so many brothers he must feel lonely. I know he feels guilt beause he is alive.

We must all remember it's not guilt we should feel, but worthiness. Why are we the ones who have been chosen to live? How are we worthy of this life? How can we contribute and make the world a better place?

I met with a Navy commander over the weekend and he asked why would I want to go to Afghanistan? I answered him by saying, "How can I write about these men and women who put on these uniforms and become soldier's without being there and seeing it for myself?"

Right now I'm reading Three Cups of Tea. Greg Mortenson is my newest hero and someone I hope to meet one day.