This Saturday I had the pleasure of going to the Erna Ferguson Library. It is a great library for those who are interested.
While I was there, someone decided that since I have a United States Marine Corps bumper sticker that I am a villain of the highest order. I returned to my mini-van (used for baby hauling, not baby mauling by the way) to find a canary yellow note under my windshield that stated F#@% You Murderer! Of course they did not censor the F word as I did, being a war mongering censorship type of guy such as I am.
I had to laugh at the note, not because I am amused by being a Murderer, but because I know that is about as far from the truth as it things can get. I have been known to use a sheet of paper as a spider transport rather than smash the little buggers like so many others would do. I even try to be careful not to step on ants while trekking on the sidewalks of our fair city.
Those who know my views on the war, well they know that I am hoping, no I am praying, that we will get out of Iraq as soon as possible (today would be preferable). It is my opinion that this war was started on false premise and that too many lives have been wasted. These deaths are something that I mourn, not just for those who I call my brothers in arms, but for those innocents who have been caught in the crossfire, for those whose lives should never have been at stake.
I have lost a good friend in this war, Scott Ulbrich. Scotty and I were in the same fraternity at Marshall University in Huntington West Virginia. We called him Scotty Too Hotty, or Little Timmy after his fraternity big brother. He was so full of life that I still feel as if he is here on this earth. But he is not, he has passed on. He was a little ball of fire who always took the time to make sure that those around him were doing well, were happy, and smiling just like him. Please look over the sites I have included to see a little more about Brian Scott Ulbrich.
So I guess my point is not to assume that just because someone served in the Military that they are happy about the thoughts of death and destruction. I don't know who this person is that thinks I am a murderer. They may be someone who I would find a great person, who I could like as well as I like Scotty. So I hold them no ill will. But I do hope that they open their mind to the possibility that just because someone wanted to follow in the footsteps of the many great men and women who have served our country that they are a murderer. I know there are some who wear the uniform and took the oath that do bring shame to those of us who walked the right path and did the right things. But there are many who I am proud to call brother and sister, who I would lay my life down for.
And for the person who wrote me that little note, I would lay down my life for you. Just like Scotty already has.