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You guys see my peace symbol avatar and I think you can understand the conflict I'm feeling.
I'm a trucker and I deliver car parts to dealerships. Most of my stops are made in the wee hours of the morning so I don't have to deal with anyone. Just unlock the place, bring in the parts, lock 'er back up, and I'm outta there. But I usually meet my last customer. It never fails. I pull in there at about 6am and he's pulling in right after me. I've always thought of him as a nice guy and it would be cool to talk to him over a couple of beers. But, hell, it's my last stop and I just want to get out of there and get home. After I'm done there the hard part is done. But the guy likes to talk and I feel obligated to listen to him.
Today he revealed that one of his relatives, a nephew I think, is coming home for a little while after his third tour in Iraq. I find out from my customer that the kid is a reservist who is going to sign up for the army as a career. He likes what he's doing over there in Iraq. Thinks he's making a difference. His uncle is very proud. Says he hates to see the media's portrayal of events over there. Says his nephew says that most Iraqis are happy to see the Americans now days.
So I'm standing there wondering what to say. Fortunately for me, the guy didn't pause long enough for me to say anything. It meant standing there for 15 minutes. It meant listening to the guy say that Democrats don't have any courage. He might have had a point there. I wasn't courageous enough to tell him why the war is wrong. But it's a damn good job you know......
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