One Mother's Translation of George Bush's Jan. 11 Announcement
Yah, that's what keeps going through my head in the last few days: 19,999...and Brian. 21,499...and Brian.
Brian, as I write, has his bags packed for desert training, at Fort Irwin, in California. He heads to the airport around 6 p.m. tonight, and will board a plane at 1 a.m. He will return in one month.
He will leave for Iraq on March 15.
Yes, we have a date, he called me last night to let me know, lacing his conversation with "don't cry yet." I didn't.
We talked about how he feels, how he is. I unconsciously, nervously, scribbled random words as we spoke. After he hung up, I sat facing a yellow post-it note with "terrified" "do what I got to do" "scared for my friends" and "do my job and come back" scratched across it.
Don't tell him: I maybe, just a little, cried a little.
Then I picked up my pen and started praying and drawing.