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Saturday, February 04, 2006
And then the letters stopped coming
The Strib brings us our daily dose of sadness:
You see where this is going, right?They wrote to him about their families, their pets, their favorite sports, and the "mystery readers" and "estimation jars" in their class at Chanhassen Elementary School.
He wrote them back that he was stationed in Mahmadiya, south of Baghdad. There was a school in the area he patrolled, he said; it had 400 students, no glass in the windows, no bathrooms and no running water. He thanked them for writing him, and wished them a happy Christmas.
On Wednesday, First Lt. Garrison Avery, 23, a Tennessean originally from Lincoln, Neb., and a budding pen pal of Jane Johnson's 27 fourth-graders, was killed, probably by a roadside mine. The school got the news the next day. ... [K]ids in the class broke down and cried.Stories like this number in the tens of thousands. I blame every single one of them on you, George W. Bush. You said "Bring it on!" you ass hole, and it has been brought. To over two thousand families, all 50 states, and a class full of grade school kids. And yet you haven't found time for one fucking funeral. Asleep like a baby with your special pillow by 10 every night. At least Lyndon Johnson had the decency of a little sleepless guilt. Days like this make me wish there really were a Hell.
