Do you know we’re still at war? Of course you do.
But do you really know it? Unless you or a close loved one is over there, I’m betting not.
I know I forget. There are days I don’t think at all about what’s going on over there. I’m caught up in my life, my job, my writing, have to get the dog clipped, get some shorts ’cause summer’s here, figure out that scene… And let’s face it. Stepping out my door isn’t that dangerous. The worst that’s likely to happen to me is that I’ll have to avoid a sun-blind snowbird on my way to the grocery store.
And, thankfully, none of my loved ones are there. My brothers are civilians now, so is my sis-in-law, my father, uncles, grandfather…
I was astonished this week when the news was talking about the war ‘entering its fifth year.’ So I did two things. First, I put a counter on my Google page to help me count the days until the shrub is gone. (674 at this writing, using the date we inaugurate a new president).
Second, I decided I’m going to try to at least mention it. Every day. No matter what else I have to natter on about.
If I don’t–then you know I forgot too.