We're not to blame
A terrorist loaded a vehicle full of bombs, waiting for the moment he could ram it into American Soldiers. Meanwhile American Soldiers were cordoning off a section in Baghdad searching for weapons. In between searches, like we do on nearly every mission, these soldiers passed out candy to Iraqi children.
Today when these soldiers had two dozen children surrounding them, a terrorist rammed the car right in the middle of the children. He killed 27, mostly children and one American soldier.
I listened to the NPR report on the incident from my car after work. The reporter painted the picture perfectly, depicting the horror of such a scene. The reporter also interviewed a grieving Iraqi woman who said, “the Americans are blowing up our children. They are the ones behind these bombs.”
Immediately outraged when I heard this, I parked my car and wondered how anybody could believe that American Soldiers are responsible for a suicide bomber killing children. In the reporter’s defense, she also interviewed a couple Iraqis who posed the question “why attack the soldiers when they’re surrounded by children.”
I just don’t get it. More than half the United States is growing tired of our involvement in Iraq. We get blamed for anything bad. The media rarely has anything positive to report, and anybody with an opinion against Iraq wants to share it (yet still keep bumper stickers on their car).
Today, I’m getting a haircut and my beautician saw my dog tags.
“So you’re in the military, what do you think about Iraq.”
“Well, I just got back in January.”
“I’m sorry, but I am a liberal and I just don’t think we should be there.”
I had nothing to say. I didn’t feel like educating her. I just sat there and let her cut my mop. I know what we’re doing is worthwhile and no haircut lady or anti-American Iraqi can change that.