There is a young man in Iraq whom I took into my home for a few months while he was in the 12th grade – awaiting his graduaduation and to be sent to boot camp. He came to live with us after being thrown out of his home by his step-father.
A wonderful kid, with a lot of personality, hobbies, interests and passions. An imaginative guy who make a “ninja baby” home video with my newborn daughter Samantha in the title role. But a lost kid whose family turned their backs on him. A kid who found a family with us and, unfortunately, with the marines at a time when he was feeling very weak and lost.
He was promised by the recruiters that, as a reporter, he wouldn’t leave the states. His seargent, also a friend of mine, assured me he most likely wouldn’t go to Iraq, should a war start.
He’s been in Iraq for just over a year now, and we haven’t heard anything from him since April.
I read the list of casualties daily to be sure his name hasn’t been added.
I don’t know wtf people were voting for, but it sure wasn’t family values or morality.
— Good luck, Sam, please come home —