I forget that I'm in a war zone on a regular basis. Many are probably thinking, "How?!!!" It's easy. After spending so much time in one place, doing the same thing, everything becomes the regular. Carrying a 9mm pistol is like carrying my state license. Dining facilities becomes kitchens and dining rooms. Port-O-Potties becomes restrooms. War zone becomes home.
Reality sets in whenever I leave the "wire." Whenever I see the children who are suffering through the tough times of this country I praise God for what He blessed my family with. Everytime I see an Iraqi child, I want to give them whatever I've got... well not my 9mm. That's mine... lol. But I makes sure to bring Pop Tarts, IceBreakers gum and all kinds of treats to give to them.
Some of these children have the things they need and many of them go without daily. They don't complain... just deal with it because they know no different. Sometimes it gets so hot here that I think Satan is sitting next to me and I'll see some of the children walking around without shoes. I saw a bath tub the children used to clean themselves and it looked as if there were a few tires sitting at the bottom of the filled tub because of the filth in it.
I could go on and on about all that I see. All I'll say is this... Thank God for what you and your children have been blessed with. It may be very little. It may not be as much as you desire but thank him anyway. Things could always be worse.
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