Memoirs written in prose of Sergeant Robertson, Damon M. USMC while in Iraq | ...with frequent appearances of King Hammurabi.
If you are new to this journal, make sure to start reading in chronological order by scrolling down to the bottom of the oldest post in October 2004. Damon's letters from August 20th, 2004 - October 23rd, 2004 were all added to this blog on Oct. 23rd, 2004. All subsequent letters are posted in real time.
Sunday, November 28, 2004
Hammurabi, USMC - DMR
Dear Family and Friends: I think we all know how popular it is to deconstruct myths and legends and faiths and practices in our society. I suppose some of you are enduring the "why did the original pilgrims *really* celebrate thanksgiving" horse crap from some rakishly retarded newscaster or maybe even the highly praised History Channel. Remember the poor, outcast prudes who fled here from the iniquitous dens of Eurpoean cities, bringing with them as indentured servants the offal of the prisons, the lowest of the low and those sorts who could no longer be rejected and cast out because There Was Nowhere Else To Go. "Bring me the Tired, for here their strength, now almost spent, will finally be enough to feed them, for I, the Lord, will bless the fruit of their labors and reward the faithfulness of these scattered few and my blessing will not fail even for generations to come." I think too many people spend a lot of time feeling guilty for what we have instead of allowing themselves to feel like they should: remarkably blessed in material ways to the extent that our wealth has no historical precident. Be thankful. Maybe I'm rambling. But it's just like God to take a bunch of heretics and criminals, the sort of people who didn't even like eachother they were still so locked in religious, political, and legal disputes... He'd take 'em all and plop them down in the middle of nowhere and make something awesome with what He had. Tell those crackers on the beach that someday we're going to walk on the moon. Someday, turkeys will be flown into a winter-beaten Korea to feed your armies. Nevermind the internet or motor cars or flight. Battle ships. Machine guns. [okay sorry]. Microsoft... okay we've gone too far... There's a lot to be thankful for. I guess we thank Him, and then ask immediately afterward "what on earth are we supposed to do with all this stuff?" He'll figure it out. He always has. ... :D
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