I'm sorry....
I am in such complete disagreement with a lot of you folks about this incident. First, though, a question....
How many of you have a loved one deployed, RIGHT NOW?
How many of you have ever had a loved one off to war?
For those of you who don't--and those who are not old enough--you have NO idea how you spend each day when someone you love is in harm's way.
You can not know how many times each day your heart goes up in your throat and stays there; how it is indeed sane and rational behavior to break down in tears every now and then for no apparent reason.
How you tend to focus on little meaningless things because it helps to get your mind off of worrying.
How you almost go insane when you see a vehicle with .gov plates--ANY vehicle--in or near your neighborhood.
And, on the rare occasions when you do get a call--oh, glory! The way your heart leaps for joy when you hear the voice on the other end.
The miles and minutes melt away. You sit there and imagine your loved one being next to you. Sometimes, you sit and just imagine that you can touch them. And, if you close your eyes, sometimes, you can.
Where I work, the folks have been super supportive. Whatever I am doing--WHEREVER I am doing it--if necessary, someone will be sent to relieve me when I get a call like that.
Those people in that high school just don't get it. And, to the devil with political correctness.
If someone interrupted me like that while I was getting a call from my son, I pray that I would not be held responsible for my actions. Temporary insanity, call it what you will. With all due respect, you folks that have not been in that situation do not have a clue.
I've had to stop writing this three times so far--because this post is forcing me to think about a young man who is serving his country right now--who spent 7 months in and around Fallujah--whose gun tube fired the first shots in the battle to retake Fallujah;
Whose truck stopped less than 15 feet from an IED that failed to function; who saw a mortar round land almost right next to him that did NOT go off; who had to sit in a Humvee ALL NIGHT LONG while some idiot who wanted to kill Americans pegged AK and RPK fire off the side of the vehicle;
And, who by the Grace of God and the space of having to do a detail, missed a helicopter ride that crashed and killed over thirty of his fellow Marines.
This post is dedicated, therefore, to Lance Corporal EC Tovar III, who by the grace and mercy of Almighty God made it through all that--and who will be home in less than two weeks.
For those who have not been through it, you just don't have a clue. Sorry.