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Monday, February 11, 2008
Saving Private Ryan
My hubby was there, he lived it. He was at Pearl Harbor when it was bombed, he's been on a sinking ship. I guess that's a part of his life he can't let go and he rarely talks about. I can't tell you the times he's said to me, "This is history, you'll learn something." How can I tell him, I don't want to learn something that's so heart breaking and meaningless?
I wouldn't be good in war. I'm not a coward; at least I don't think I am. I just don't think I have it in me to hurt someone. When I was a kid growing up I remember the couple of scrapes I got into in school, like most kids. This one girl and I got into a fight and my idea of hurting her was sitting on her and pulling off her fake fingernails. Of course, back then they were the stick on kind you bought at the drug store and easy to remove. Whenever my sister and I would fight I would run to my bedroom and lock the door, because I didn't want to hurt her.
If I was fighting for my life, or for those I love, that might be different. No, I know it would be different. I want to live like anyone else. However, war will forever be senseless to me.