I applaude Paul Rieckhoff for his bravery to stand up and tell the world his story of the true happenings in Iraq.  The life of freedom as he knew it before war no longer exists.  His mind holds constant reminders of a war ravaged country that will never go away; pictures that no one should have to see.

My young friend spent over a year there.  He lived from day to day, not knowing if he would come home to see his two beautiful girls grow up.  I thank the good Lord that he did make it home...finally!  My prayer now is that this war will end and America's mothers, fathers, sisters, brothers, wives, husbands, and children will have their loved ones returned safely before anymore lives are lost.  Enough blood has been shed.  It is time for Iraq to take command of their country so our young men and women can come home where they belong.  I pray this won't take too much longer.

While in Washington D.C. this last summer, I took many photographs.  My favorite, and most thought provoking, is a picture of our flag, displaying brilliant colors of red, white and blue.  In the same picture, flying just a little lower, is the black P.O.W. flag.  Both a reminder that as we go about our great country living free, there are those who have traveled thousands of miles away to preserve this freedom.

They fight for something that we take for granted every day.  What if our freedom is taken away one day?  What if we are forced to live under another countries rule?  What if...?

Momma B.