Its amazing at the timing, because I've been finding myself more and more burned out and lacking hope. I've been the activist, marching in San Francisco back in 2002 before we were in this war. Going door to door in the 04 campaign. Making the phone calls when asked to do so here, writing the letters / emails.
I guess after a couple of years and hoping for some change and not seeing anything from my work I burned myself a little.
Even got to the point of not wanting to have anything to do with the world. I wake up, goto work. Come home and escape into a book or game and doing stuff with my family.
This morning I opened up this thread of pictures of those Marines who were recently killed in Iraq:
http://www.democraticunderground.com/discuss/duboard.php?az=view_all&address=104x4255524And this essay on death and "President" Bush:
http://www.democraticunderground.com/discuss/duboard.php?az=view_all&address=104x4251273At the same time my fiancee logged onto her messenger account (its how we usually talk when I'm at work).
I was really fighting back my own personal demons and memories of war, although what I took part in was not an actual "war" per say. But it did have a body count in the end and that was enough for me.
I sent her the link of the pictures and said, "I hate this fucking war."
She responded that she's sick of it too and wants to do something (it was more of "we should do something"). She asked who to call and bug the hell out of, who to write to.
Well, just now she told me she was putting a care package for "President" George W. Bush in the mail. It contains the pictures of the Marines and their write ups with names, along with that essay and a little letter from her saying how she thought he needed to know and see the faces of true Americans who are gone.
Gotta say I'm pretty proud of her, this is a big step because when we met she was a little more on the right side and VERY patriotic. Now we don't fly out flag anymore (I'm still pissed that I've let THEM take my flag from me).
When I get home, I'm going to send out a letter of my own so that hers doesn't have to arrive and get promptly thrown away on its own.