I had a long talk with my only aunt yesterday and we talked baby stuff. She shared memories of a cotton top Lauren running around with G'Daddy, both of them wearing straw hats. In spite of myself, I cried. I am both happy and humble that today is Friday AND payday so that I can actually buy some food tomorrow. Like, healthy stuff.
My cousin twice removed is at LeBonheur with some type of infection and just a wee one so there's that to ponder. Keith lost his mama. Tommy got buried. Yaya got mad. Just another day in paradise. Which brings me around to Syria again.
The actions of whomever authorized that fanning the flame tactic are careless and provocative. It's the old Russian spy thing where we hate them and they hate us and they like to kill people. There is no caliphate in the sense that any of the radicals will ever band together to believe in something so horrendous as what we have witnessed. If so, let it be swift please. I remember going to a state sponsored workshop for hospital people about emergency response in case of attack by radiation, gas, etc. The presenter was totally cute and spent hours diagramming how the fallout goes from radiation. I'd rather be gassed.
As a worldwide conglomerate of all kinds of archys, many nations have stood in solidarity through times of war. If I had a kid draft age I'd advise him or her to do something to be happy. Protecting the world is a big job. But these warriors, like the rest of us, just want to do the next right thing.