I heard about this on the radio yesterday. It was an interview with a mom who created a way to get air conditioners to our troops in the Afgan and Iraq combat zones. She is now working on getting little heaters over there. I can understand both. Politics aside, those would be tough conditions and most of the soldiers are kids. Let's face it, a eighteen year old is still a kid even if he or she is carrying a gun. The lady expanded her site to include a way to "adopt" a soldier or a Marine but she was having trouble finding people willing to adopt them.
Trouble? Over my dead PR trained body. Christmas is coming and I can't think of a better present to myself than to make sure a kid in the war zone has a heater, some good boots, plenty of toothbrushes and toothpaste, bags of Snickers and Hersey bars, and some books to read. Can you just imagine how it would be to live in a dirty, make that filthy, uniform for days on end? Can you imagine how great it would be to get some new socks and read a fairly current issue of the Atlantic Monthly or Sports Illustrated, some soap and maybe some face cream for that sunburn? Can you feel a smile for a kid, carrying a gun, doing good work, and scared to death that today may be his day?
I've got time to adopt him. I hope you do, too.
http://www.operationac.com
Tell her America sent you.
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