I think there are a lot of words being tossed carelessly about. I know the news tells me only enough to make me nervous. I have been so hysterical, I have harped to my dear friend the Sergeant until I am probably past his last nerve. Just relax, he said.

Just relax. Easy for him to say. In the Army 15 years and got to miss Desert Storm by virtue of being in Germany at the time.

I don't want you to be so far away from home, I said. You're supposed to be able to get old and fat and bald and play with your grandkids.

I have turned off the news for now because everytime there's a news report about the 82nd or the 101st being on alert, I can't stop crying.

Oddly enough, the Sergeant was in the 101st until two months ago. At this point you know I am glad he relocated. He says he doesn't know any more than I do and I believe him.

(sigh) I don't know what the answer is. It's not as simple as a Country saying, Tag! You're It! It's not Afghanistan. It's people who happen to be there, and heaven knows where else. How many of them are in the States? How many of them are in Europe somewheres? Which one of them is going to blow up my car? Or yours?

My head hurts and I am tired.

(thanks Fiolar, by the way)