Disgust

Forgive me in advance for this rant. Forgive me in advance for the anger behind it. Anger is a nasty thing but I believe in just anger and I am confident this is just about that.

I used to be a news junkie. I used to flip through all of the major news stations. And then I just couldn't take it anymore and I stopped. This morning while I was driving around checking out garage sales I kept switching between them wanting to hear information on the massive tragedy that took place in Afghanistan last night. It was the deadliest attack since the war began. Thirty-one - THIRTY-ONE - troops were killed when a rocket took down a helicopter.

I didn't hear half-a-second about this on ANY of the news stations. None. Not-a-one. Zero air time.

I heard about it from other Army Wives who get the word out. Who let others know that a hero has fallen. And when we hear it, we bow our head and we pray, we remember, we cry, we honor. Because when a nation faces the deadliest attack within a war THAT is what should happen.

As I listened to the immature, disgusting argument taking place between the politicians being interviewed on the news I was driving through the neighborhoods of a military community. I pulled over and bought lemonade from two little girls and two little boys sitting in front of their house and I don't even like lemonade. Of the thirty-one troops killed - they had children. Just like these little ones. And their lives have been forever changed.

THAT is newsworthy. That is something that deserves to be acknowledged by the media. I don't want to hear anymore of this mess taking place in Washington. I am angry. I am irate. Not just because of the stupidity but because that idiocy takes precedence over this day in this war.

Have some respect. Have some humility.

If these politicians had half the character these thirty-one troops had, half the sense of duty, half the love for their country we would be in a much different state.

It's disgusting.

It's wrong.

But what is right and what is beautiful, is that military families will pick up the slack this day. Friends of these families will make meals, do laundry, distract the children of these widows and they will remember them. We will speak the names and honor the fallen.

Because that is what we all should do.

It's the least any of us can do.