something to think about by MADELINE MULLER
this is about a conversation i had with one of my friends the other day and i thought i'd share, and hopefully it will make everyone a little more appreciative of the wonderous country we live in.
my friend hugh is 22 years old with no real direction in life, and the other day, his parents finally told him to leave their house. they only way he can stay is if he joins the military, and let me tell you, he threw the biggest fit i have ever seen.
this guy is so 100% anti-military and anti-war. he wants there to be peace and love and pot smoking since that will obviously solve all of our problems. we sat in a restaurant together and he whined to me for a good half hour about how he didn't want to join the military and how it was nothing but a last resort to him.
i realize all of you know the entire situation with my dad and his iraq adventures but i want you all to see it from my perspective. here's what i told my friend hugh:
my dad didn't have to go to iraq. i'm sure he never actually wanted to. i mean, he probably thought it was badass to go over there, but who actually WANTS to be in the middle of gunfire? however, he went anyway with no complaints, even though he wasn't active duty for years. i remember one day my dad called me from iraq and it just so happened that i had stayed home from school that day... i only talked to him for 10 minutes or so and he sounded so far away. i cried miserably for the rest of the day, but i knew why my dad, the person i love more than anyone else in the entire universe (with the exception of my mother and brother), was in iraq. he was protecting me, protecting my family, and protecting every single other person in the country.
my dad was gone for, what, a month? before he was hurt. he wasn't just hurt. he almost died. i will never, EVER forget the day i went to bethesda to visit him on his death bed. it was the most horrific thing i have ever seen. i truly wanted to die. the nurse woke my dad up and he was kind of startled and looked around, and he said my name, and i went to his bedside and cried and cried, and the FIRST thing he said to me was, "i can still do the squirrel." my dad would always do that stupid squirrel dance for me to make me laugh. and there he was, left to die, still promising me that he would dance for me.
my dad never had to go. he could have said, "forget this" and just quit. but he didn't. he went to iraq to defend something that every single one of us (except for me, because i am perfect) americans takes for granted- our freedom. he still went over there and fought and watched his friends die in his arms so that liberals can still take our money and our overweight population can stuff their fat asses with ho-ho's. how can those people tell us what's important and what's not; how can they tell us this war is BAD; how can they tell us the united states of america is ceasing to exist; they CAN'T. they don't know. but my dad does. does he EVER.
my dad thinks this is the greatest country in the world. he fought for it with every ounce of integrity and passion in his body. the iraqis tried to MURDER MY DAD. but they didn't. even if they did, i know he would have left this world in a blaze of glory. but they didn't get to. we know what we're doing. just ask my dad.
people like my friend hugh don't appreciate what this country has to offer. they don't try to look past the media facade and see what the real story is. this country IS worth fighting for. our freedom is worth fighting for. and if you don't think so, you should probably just leave. i don't understand how joining the military could be a "last resort" for anyone. the american military is PHENOMENAL and being a part of it is something you can't experience every day. it should be an honor to be a part of it.
i hope my friend realizes this and i hope others do too. i just wanted everyone to know that america is something to be proud of. my daddy is my hero and nothing in this world means more to me than the fact that he is willing to die so i can be happy.
thanks for reading-
maddie
my friend hugh is 22 years old with no real direction in life, and the other day, his parents finally told him to leave their house. they only way he can stay is if he joins the military, and let me tell you, he threw the biggest fit i have ever seen.
this guy is so 100% anti-military and anti-war. he wants there to be peace and love and pot smoking since that will obviously solve all of our problems. we sat in a restaurant together and he whined to me for a good half hour about how he didn't want to join the military and how it was nothing but a last resort to him.
i realize all of you know the entire situation with my dad and his iraq adventures but i want you all to see it from my perspective. here's what i told my friend hugh:
my dad didn't have to go to iraq. i'm sure he never actually wanted to. i mean, he probably thought it was badass to go over there, but who actually WANTS to be in the middle of gunfire? however, he went anyway with no complaints, even though he wasn't active duty for years. i remember one day my dad called me from iraq and it just so happened that i had stayed home from school that day... i only talked to him for 10 minutes or so and he sounded so far away. i cried miserably for the rest of the day, but i knew why my dad, the person i love more than anyone else in the entire universe (with the exception of my mother and brother), was in iraq. he was protecting me, protecting my family, and protecting every single other person in the country.
my dad was gone for, what, a month? before he was hurt. he wasn't just hurt. he almost died. i will never, EVER forget the day i went to bethesda to visit him on his death bed. it was the most horrific thing i have ever seen. i truly wanted to die. the nurse woke my dad up and he was kind of startled and looked around, and he said my name, and i went to his bedside and cried and cried, and the FIRST thing he said to me was, "i can still do the squirrel." my dad would always do that stupid squirrel dance for me to make me laugh. and there he was, left to die, still promising me that he would dance for me.
my dad never had to go. he could have said, "forget this" and just quit. but he didn't. he went to iraq to defend something that every single one of us (except for me, because i am perfect) americans takes for granted- our freedom. he still went over there and fought and watched his friends die in his arms so that liberals can still take our money and our overweight population can stuff their fat asses with ho-ho's. how can those people tell us what's important and what's not; how can they tell us this war is BAD; how can they tell us the united states of america is ceasing to exist; they CAN'T. they don't know. but my dad does. does he EVER.
my dad thinks this is the greatest country in the world. he fought for it with every ounce of integrity and passion in his body. the iraqis tried to MURDER MY DAD. but they didn't. even if they did, i know he would have left this world in a blaze of glory. but they didn't get to. we know what we're doing. just ask my dad.
people like my friend hugh don't appreciate what this country has to offer. they don't try to look past the media facade and see what the real story is. this country IS worth fighting for. our freedom is worth fighting for. and if you don't think so, you should probably just leave. i don't understand how joining the military could be a "last resort" for anyone. the american military is PHENOMENAL and being a part of it is something you can't experience every day. it should be an honor to be a part of it.
i hope my friend realizes this and i hope others do too. i just wanted everyone to know that america is something to be proud of. my daddy is my hero and nothing in this world means more to me than the fact that he is willing to die so i can be happy.
thanks for reading-
maddie
posted by QueenGnome | 11:41 PM
5 Comments:
Maddie,
What a beautiful, inspirational story. I am so very proud of your dad. I am so very proud of you as well. For someone so young to have such insight to the issues of the world is fantastic. Too often we adults fail to aknowledge that our children understand and comprehend what is at stake in all our lives. You prove to us Maddie, that our younger generation is not just an "all about me" generation. Perhaps, if we just take the time to really listen to what your concerns are, we can see the world and its problems with a different perspective.
You ARE perfect girl. (Speaking from one who knows)
Auntie Rae
Maddie my beautiful Granddaughter. Your letter was beautiful I really bawled my eyes out you are so special and have such insight and knowledge you should share it. especially now with all that is going on. Please send your letter to the paper or Rush. There are so many people out there who need to hear a young persons view. A lot of people will disagree with you and although I hate the war I stll support our troops and pray for them and thank God I got my son back. Love QMG
Maddie,
I too see your dad (my brother) as my hero and I was so scared for him when he told me he was going but I knew what it meant to him and how much he hated getting hurt and having to come back before his job was done. Maybe this is the way it was suppose to be so that we who appreciate our country will keep passing the word on. I printed my thoughts in my local paper please for your dad yourself and our soldiers please get yours printed too so that they know we are proud of them and that we pray for their safe return.
I love you and my brother( your dad)
Love,
Aunt Barb
Madeline, you have just proven that 18 yrs old 5'1", who weighs 105lbs little girl can be such a powerful speaker. I am too very very proud of you as a person, as a woman and as a human that share this world. Not too bad for being a second generation for this country... I always worried that how my kids will do in school and society of this country because of where I am from. I guess I was wrong about that...
I never had to stay up and do home work with you or for you, never had to buy one of those educational tools or drills, never had to help pick a class for your entire high school. You earned and received a scholarship (so your mother can buy a sports car), you prepared your college all on your own, and keeping up such a wonderful efforts to your own life. I AM the luckiest Mother and a living proof. God bless all of the Americans fighting on foreign land, and God bless you Maddie. I love you very much, you and Wolf are my everything. Mommy
I hope this doesn't mean you're enlisting Madeline Muller!!!!!!!
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