Lately, my grandfather has been talking to me a lot about what I'm going to do with this selective service card that I got in the mail. I mean, everyone knows that the war in Iraq and Afghanistan aren't going very well and I sure don't want to end up going over there. Dad was never in the military, but Grandpa was, and he's never really talked to me about that. I kinda think he's been wanting to. You know how you can tell when someone is trying to talk with you but doesn't really know how to start? That's how the past few days have been when I get home from school and Grandpa is the only one home with me. I think it would be sweet to finally hear some of his stories, you know? I've seen some of his medals up in the attic and a couple of old pictures but I never really have felt right about asking him to tell me about those days. But it must have been incredible! I mean to be part of history like that - we talk about Vietnam in our history classes every year, and I still don't have any idea what grandpa did to help over there.
I get the idea that Grandpa was kinda keeping track of me getting this card in the mail. He's been checking the box lately, and he usually doesn't do that. And now that I got it in the mail, he hasn't been checking it anymore. I dunno. I'll probably talk with him tomorrow.
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OK, not much to respond to yet. You are creatively introducing the case but I hope your subsequent blogs will be more substantive.
ReplyDeleteSecond read through: I wish Brad would say more about why he does not want to have to over to Iraq or Afghanistan. I appreciate the naivete you ascribe to Brad, but thus far it seems to absolve him from any critical reflection about the morality of war.
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