Send a FAMILY to Iraq
Imagine that you're a 5 year old boy and you've just received news that your dad has been killed in Iraq in his fourth tour of duty. You feel sad, and at the same time you can't help the feeling of wanting to blame yourself. You think to yourself, "If I were there when the terrorist tried to shoot my daddy, I would've killed the terrorist."
You remember feeling proud and patriotic when you were told that your first birthday was the same day your dad was summoned to defend the country. You liken your dad to the 300 Spartans who defended freedom at Thermopolis.
When he came back the first time, you see him in his uniform. You could swear to God that your father was a superhero. You remember seeing him come back again after his second and third tour. Each time you worry, but each time he came back. You were convinced that your father is invincible.
Then during his fourth tour, you were shattered to hear the terrible news. You begin to think to yourself, "who am I to enjoy freedom while he sacrifices. Who am I to taste the fruit of democracy sowed by others, while I give nothing back to the country. Am I as horrible as those God awful illegal immigrants that the Democrats want to let in to America?. Why am I not there with my father, fighting side by side?
You think, "If I were there with my mother, my dad could come home to us everyday. His morale would have been high because he knows that he i not away from his family. I could've warned him when I see terrorists hiding. I could've shot the terrorists."
You look at your shirt which says "Water." You wish it said Navy. You wish so much that you were there, because if you were there, your dad would've been alive.