Thursday, August 27, 2009

#3 Postcard: Sunrise Over Fallujah



Dear Uncle Richie,

It’s so hot out here! Today we are moving in to Iraq since we’re part of civil affairs we’re supposed to head in to Iraq and start building up the economy again. As we drove along the rode in our Humvee there were body bags lining the sides of streets. It really made me think that this is really serious out here. We’re supposed to not see much action because the Marines took care of the dirty work, but I guess we’ll see. I still have my gun on me all the time and my heart constantly is beating fast… I don’t know who I should be afraid of.

Yours,

Robin

1 comment:

Mama Zen said...

May Robin stay safe and come home soon!

on marriage

'Will you, um, marry me?' I haven't seen you in weeks! You don't look happy or excited about the prospect of our marriage! You're asking me to give up my - my freedom, my joie de vivre for an institution that fails as often as it succeeds? And why should I marry you anyway? I mean, why do you wanna marry me? Besides some bourgeois desire to fulfill an ideal that society embeds in us from an early age to promote a consumer capitalist agenda?