What do you say to a 20 year old girl who is on the cusp of spending a year in Iraq to "fight" terrorism and "instill" peace in the Middle East? I couldn't think of anything besides "please don't die." Isn't that pathetic?
I think I'm just in denial that I'm letting this girl go to war while I stay here and blog about what fascinates or irritates me in the world of entertainment. Not that I think I should be going to war in her place, afterall she did enroll in the Army Reserves, it's just that I don't want to dwell on the idea of her never coming back. And I guess I'm scared. The war goes on around me and I'm pretty detached from it. Not any more. I now have a vested interest in seeing this war end or at least seeing that Jolene comes back in one piece. And that stinks. I want to stay in my little bubble and worry about what kind of coffee table I should buy or what I should rent from Netflix or who I should crush on or how drunk I'm going to get this Sunday. I don't want to think about having a friend over in a strange land, eating sand and missing home. But I will. She deserves it.
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