mundane
I realized how mundane my job was when I received an email from my brother in Iraq stating, "A mortar hit two trailers down, but thank God it didn't detonate."
I realized how mundane my job was when I received an email from my brother in Iraq stating, "A mortar hit two trailers down, but thank God it didn't detonate."
I was molested for 8 years by my older brother, now he is leaving for iraq and I'm supposed to feel bad.
I'm beginning to wonder if it's possible to fall in love with someone you've never met in person and you've only been talking to online for a month, but I know that I can't wait til he gets back from Iraq.
Tears poured down my cheeks when I heard my Dad was going to Iraq.
President Bush killed my father, a soldier whose burned remains are now a part of the Iraqi desert landscape, and I, longing to fit in by supporting something I did not understand, was stupid enough to vote for him the previous year.