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Betrayl?

http://www.cnn.com/2007/US/02/05/war.objector.ap/index.html

An army officer refuses to ship out to Iraq with his unit, claiming that the war is unlawful - and faces 4 years in prison (and a dishonorable discharge, of course). Military law is confusing. My feeling is this... you join the military, you commit yourself to serving where you are needed - and you don't get to decide where that is. Maybe the sucks, but that's the deal that plenty of brave people sign up for. So many men & women are doing what's asked of them in Iraq, and probably all hate it. For an officer to say "no, I won't go," hurts the moral of his unit (his responisibilty) and effects everyone already serving over there. I think the punishment SHOULD be strict. The military men & women I know all have a sense of duty that I admire so much. None of them would even think of bowing out of anything that's asked of them by their country.

I'm not saying I necessarily agree with the war - or how's it going down, but I DO have great repect for our military and what they do so that we can do what WE do everyday.

What are your thoughts on this?

All Good

No little accidents in the meeting. Good thing too, we were pretty darn close to eachother in that room!

Uh Oh

So... I had a big bowl of vegetarian chili for lunch. That means lots & lots of beans. It's 1:00pm. At 2:00pm, I have a meeting with one of the partners (the most intimidating one, might I add), and at 3:00pm, I have a meeting with some co-workers, the initimidating partner, and 4 or more representatives from the city of Toledo. I'm quite nervous.

When you sign stuff....

Doesn't that mean "it's a deal"? My condo buyer backed out yesterday. Thanks for disrupting my life, lady. Now, I can't put an offer on my cute little perfect house that I found until another sucker... I mean... buyer comes along. By then, the cute house might be snatched up by someone else. Grrrrrrrrr.

Dog Child

I love my dog. He's like my child... only I leave him alone for hours at a time... and sometimes I call him "retard"... and occasionally I throw his ball directly at his head. OK, so he's a little different from an actual child. But, he's the only 2-year-old that I want at this point in life. Thank God for Tucker. He reminds me what's important in life - having fun, cuddling, and smelling stuff before you eat it. :)

First Blog Ever

I've decided that this blogging thing is way better than trying to keep up on email. So, blogger friends, I have finally joined your world. Here's my little town in the blogging world... Cheeseville. And, I am the Mayor... or the Queen... or the Prime Minister... I haven't decided yet. But man, it fees good to be in charge! Too bad I'm the only one who lives here!