Throw in a heavily moderated discussion group, in which any and all comments that the owner didn't agree with were either edited or deleted outright, and well, you have the making of a conflict with this free spirit. I don't do well with control freaks. Finally, I got fed up and left the group.
I'd always felt bad that it had come to that. I mean, I really wanted to do something for our fighting men and women overseas. A lot of that came from remembering how letters and packages were received when I was overseas. I still remember the frenzy Uncle Lavergne's peanut butter fudge caused, and excitement my shipmates felt when I received a letter from my dad--which I had to read aloud to the entire watch. But other than that, there is a great sense of gratitude and appreciation I feel for our military members.
I know there are other organizations that send care packages, but none of them touched me. And there is Soldier's Angels, where you can adopt a soldiers. I shied away from this one, because I was terribly afraid I would fail to follow through on my commitment. I used to be a terrific letter writer, but those days are long gone.
But, just a week or two ago, I found on Facebook a group I can get involved with. It is sponsored by Green Beans Coffee, and I can buy a cup of coffee for soldiers serving overseas. I have the option of including a note with the coffee I send, but it's not mandatory. It's just a small thing, but it's something I can do often. And maybe, just maybe, I'll find someone I can send a care package to. Yeah, I know, I know. But if they can face death and destruction every day, then I can suck it up and face...
The Dreaded Post Office.
On the way home from work yesterday, I crossed the bridge over our creek, and noticed just how many dragonflies there are this year. I came home and wrote the following in my fake leather journal with the ribbon marker:
To An American Soldier,Now, I'm off to buy my weekly round of joes for our Joes. I hope that you will join me and do the same. It's cheap, it's easy, and it means so much to those who serve.
I drove home from work today through a veritable cloud of dragonflies --or mosquito hawks, as we called them growing up in East Texas-- and I thought of you. I wondered if there are dragonflies where you are. I wondered if you have time to stop and marvel at the simple and wonderful things that surround you. I do, and it's because of you. I don't know your name, but in that moment, I thanked God for you. Now, every time I see a dragonfly, I will think of you, and I will pray for you. I hope that you can see them too, and when you do, you will remember that you are not forgotten.