I Dreamt I Went To Iraq

Two nights ago, I dreamed that I was giving S.O. long instructions about cancelling Thanksgiving Dinner and uninviting friends, because I was shipping off to Iraq with a stop (in Texas?) for training first.

This only emotion in the dream was my concern that he not forgot to tell anyone, not that a middle-aged woman was off to fight in the war.

"They fought tooth and nail." I don't know where this quote is from; it's an old one, and after 2001 I thought about it a lot, because if one boarded a plane with bad guys, teeth and nails would be the only weapons. Not bad, as weapons so. We haven't yet had to pare our nails and remove our teeth to go thru security. My nails are always short, so they would be pretty worthless, although a jab in the eye is always effective.

I was appalled that I had to think of things like this and be ready to fight. It seemed preposterous and it was preposterous, but I pumped myself up to do violence if I had to. This was extremely stressful, as was flying immediately after 9/11, and a few months later I broke out in shingles, but that's another story.

So in my dreams, I'm still ready to fight, broken ankle and all. What kind of world is this? The people in Africa screaming for that school teacher's execution should be down on their knees in thanks that anyone wants to come to their wretched country and teach their children. I'll bet those kids don't feel so happy this week.

Peace on earth.

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