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Prayers, Appreciated

Published 8.7.05 by Porkchop | E-mail this post

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While I occasionally bash Marines and guys I have dated/been engaged to, I do deeply appreciate the fact they are serving our country.

I just found out that someone I loved dearly for quite some time was injured, badly, in Iraq. Apparently, he fell from the back of a humvee, was caught under the wheels and dragged face down for quite some time.

Ironically, I talked with him just two days ago where he, as usual, was glib about death and the dangers he faces while he humorously relayed a story of almost being killed by an RPG.

Miraculously, no bones were broken. However, he has third degree burns on his face and body. At this point, there is no way of contacting him to my knowledge. All I ask for is your prayers for him and his family.


There are not words to even fathom the pain they and him are dealing with.

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This odd narrative is my life. I ended up in Pittsburgh, of all places--from the beach. I have no hobbies, other than cooking excessively and eating microwave popcorn. I enjoy shopping, the Food network, hiding the remote so the Food network cannot be turned off, find ethnic food stores and restaurants and reading voraciously. My life is decidedly pedestrian.

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I worked in the car business where I was required to be ruthless and soul-less wench, which is when I started this project. Since then, I've kept it up because secretly, I've always wanted to join the military. Every male in my mother's family has joined and I quietly entertain thoughts of joining. I haven't yet and don't know if I ever will, but sending the troops cookies keeps me sane. it makes me think I still have a shred of human kindness left in my withering soul. it's a small way for me to salute the men and women who are brave enough to fight for freedom. And makes me feel like I'm contributing toward troop morale--even if I'm not. So if you want to help, send me addresses of troops you know stationed overseas. you may also contribute toward the cost of chocolate chips, but don't feel obligated, that link is here only by request.


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