It’s the day that brought me back to life. It’s the 9th of April and I’m free, and they will not steel my joy again and they will not silence me. A year ago at the same date, the thieves and criminals prevented me from celebrating my freedom in the open air, and today thieves, criminals and fanatics are doing the same, but they will not steal my happiness that is making my soul fly and dance with joy and they can’t stop this.
A year ago, words failed me as I met the 1st American soldier, and I still remember his name, “corporal, Adam” and all I could utter was “thank you!” how could I ever put my whole life in few words? How could I have thanked that soldier enough? How could I have told him what it meant to me to see him and his comrades-who brought me back to life- at last? Thank you Adam, Lieutenant Antonio, Captain Brian Curtis and all the coalition soldiers who I can’t remember their names, and those I never met.
No matter which side you stand on, please go and read this entire moving post at Iraq The Model
Posted by Mickey at April 10, 2004 11:38 AMReading those sorts of things from Iraqis just makes me remember how lucky we are.
Posted by: Ith on April 10, 2004 3:14 PMI felt the same way
Posted by: Annmarie on April 10, 2004 3:25 PM