BRING MY FRIENDS HOME
Mister President bring my friends home. Now.
We miss them, their families miss them, our county misses them. They’re the best we’ve got, just think what good they could do right here at home.
The Iraq war is my generation’s Vietnam. Unpopular and deadly.
It is time for our sons and daughters and friends to come home. Some won’t be coming home, to their families I offer my sincere sorrow. At least we honor and care for our brothers in arms this time. I know many of my fellow Upper Darby High School classmates serving with honor, doing the best they can in what is now a civil war.
I hope they all come home so no more families suffer that ultimate loss. An Iraqi veteran friend of mine, I won’t mention his name, is in bad shape. Physical and mental scars are his daily burden. I visit him every one in a while and we talk about the old days, try to have some fun, but in his eyes is a look that only a few who have been in combat will know. I know I’m only a smalltime State Representative candidate with no say in Washington, but I am a citizen of this great country. As an American citizen I ask, Mr. President bring my friends home. Have the biggest parade the country’s ever seen for them. Care for their every need. If they want to go to college, pay for it. Treat their wounds, both physical and mental with the best physicians we have, no matter the cost. Make it a priority that every one of them has work when they return.
Treat them like the heroes they are, like no other veteran has been cared for, you owe it to them Mr Bush.