Ramadi in the News
I go on with my life as if 2003-2004 never happened, yes, I mention it here and there, mostly to people who straight up ask me about it, but most of the people that know me in my everyday routine never ask me about it, and I never talk about it. I like it that way. Then there are times when I can't help myself and I read the news about Iraq, then I get really sad about the whole thing.
What sucks is that my good 'ol Ramadi was just described as "Worst city in Anbar province Ramadi -hands down" in this letter from a Marine Intelligence officer.
I was surfing the internet minding my own business when I stumbled upon that article.
I can't explain how it feels to read about Iraq. One moment I am here, thinking about Midterms and what to have for lunch tomorrow, then the next moment I am remembering how it was to not have a flushing toilet, how it felt to be surrounded by so much dirt, this fine dust that gets inside everything. Well, I rather not remember. But I will never forget.
J.V.
I feel for those that are there, I wish they'd come home soon.
1 comment:
I know someone coming home in a month. They cannot wait. Strange how scary it was to leave, but it is also scary to come home, too.
They feel conflicted about the whole thing, as does everyone around them.
And no, I wouldn't imagine something like that is something you would ever forget.
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