Wednesday, April 22, 2009

Seeing the children

Listening to my podcast should give you a better sense of the guys' mission and what they were able to do while deployed. Its both interesting and painful for me to hear of the incredible amount of children being caught in the crossfire of this war every day.  The physical wounds are acute and desperately evident. There is also the more subtle would they all suffer mentally through the hardship and confusion of living life in a third world country and through a wobbly and distorted lens of the "outside" world that is often misconstrued and wharping.  To many of these kids, we are the enemy. Does that not cause you to flinch? For an overall mission who's goal is as much humanitarian as combative, the knowledge that many of these Afghani children are growing up learning to hate us is discouraging to say the least.

Not all feel that way, of course.  Hopefully not even a majority. For the pararescumen flying overhead there are many waves and excited yells, but there are also those kids throwing rocks and shaking their fists as a stoic reminder that even 8 years after the war has started the local people are not convinced their lives are any better.   War is not pretty, and the steps taken to secure our homeland are not always easy. However, trying to reconcile the fact that they are so bred to hate us is a bitter pill to swallow. 

I am proud and thankful for the military forces over there -- ours and the other coalition forces. The work Bo and his team were able to do, especially medically, is noteworthy.  For a country and an enemy who have no qualms using their own people and their own children as collateral damage, the job of rescuing and treating these wounded seems endless.  I can only pray that out of the horror of war, comes peace, and not just a peace with bondage and oppression, but a peace that stems from optimism and freedom.    

Tuesday, April 21, 2009

from the front lines...

The stories Bo had on his return gave me the chills-- both because of how real war has become and how proud i am of the work Bo and his team was able to do for the coalition forces and the local Afghan people.

Here is an excerpt from a look inside...

Bo White Podcast

The wait is over

He's home! True to form his plane was delayed even once more to prolong the anticipation of his return just a few more hours. I was told by other wives though, that as soon as I saw him, i wouldn't remember how frustrating it might have been and all my worries would fade into the distance. They couldn't have been more right. I have my baby back. It is an unbelievably good feeling.

Thursday, April 9, 2009

24 hours

It's less than a day away now...i can't sit still, i can't eat, and i definitely couldn't sleep last night.  I feel a little like i did when i knew i was meeting him for the first time.

It seems like i've waited forever for him to come home.  Tomorrow will be an amazing day.

Wednesday, April 8, 2009

all butterflies

Bo is coming home so soon!  After  his arrival date changing four times and now a week to ten days later than expected, he is en route.  They left Afghanistan today and were traveling to Italy, Spain and then home to Nellis AFB.   I know they had a 16-20 hour layover in Spain, so i'm imagining him right now on the beaches of southern Spain sipping sangria and taking in the sun and civilization around him.   I know he was ready to come home....saying i am ready for him is an understatement.

Hearing on Friday that he was coming home not in a few days, but in a whole other week was like a punch in my gut. We had already made a lot of plans for the following week, including appointments with realtors, mechanics for his truck, etc.  Everything was able to get rescheduled however, and i've actually done well keeping insanely busy this week.  My broadcast reel is coming together and the third VUSN news show will hopefully be edited by tomorrow. It has been so challenging, but also rewarding this semester to push myself in the broadcast realm and do things i've never done before. It would be easy to say i couldn't because i've never been really trained at anything broadcast, or even had a real class on it. For me, its been a trial and error journey though, and i am proud of what i have produced and accomplished this semester.   We also just came out with the 10th and final issue of The Voice.  We put in an insane amount of work on this last issue and wanted so badly to go out with a bang.  It was great to see it come together and everyone really pull through. From the feedback we've gotten, it was out best issue to date.  THAT is a good feeling.   

Without Bo, I've really poured myself into my work this year. In part because it took my mind off the loneliness and the daily challenge of a strenuous workload was somehow soothing as I could never get out of my mind how hard Bo was working and what strain he was under.  Perhaps in that struggle, i felt closer to him.   Now that he is coming home, these last few weeks before graduation are going to be tough to maintain any motivation.


Wednesday, March 25, 2009

Almost There!


      Although it is still skeptical until they have actually landed back at Nellis AFB, Bo is supposed to be home in the next 10-12 days!  All things considered the last few months have gone by extremely fast, and now that the end is approaching and i can't do anything but look at the clock, time seems to be at a stand still.    
      Since when did two weeks take so long? I am taking a week off of school when Bo gets in. It will be unbelievably good to just be with him....to just get lost in each other all over again.   We're going to go to IA to buy him a truck soon after he gets back....can anyone say roadtrip!? :)
      One good thing about the military is at least in this day and time we have some stability to fall back on.  I don't know if i'll be able to find a job, but at least we aren't nervous about his.     Its good to feel anticipation, hope, and expectation.  The countdown is on. 

Monday, March 16, 2009

Class Dismissed

The eastern border of Afghanistan butts sharply up against Pakistan, but the exchange of ideals and extremism seems almost fluid between the two countries especially in the border tribal lands.  Where Afghanistan has denied its girls education under the Taliban regime, most of Pakistan has -- if not directly supported it--at least allowed its existence.  With the presence of Taliban militants increasing, especially along the border regions, that is quickly changing.  
Many people have questioned our tactics in this ongoing war against such a fluid enemy whose tentacles are far-reaching and expanding despite our concerted efforts.  Many have wondered at the affect more humanitarian aid would bring to a people who often resort to the strictest islamic extremism because nothing else has given them hope.  Education is key to this effort to giving the people - whether Iraqi, Afghani or Pakistani--a way to live honorably and progressively. It is also one of the main targets which the Taliban want to close down.   Education for girls has seen the brunt of it.   The New York Times ran in incredible short documentary on the plight of these school girls in the Swat region of Pakistan.  It is entitled "Class Dismissed in Swat Valley" 
Over 50,000 girls in this little valley in northwestern Pakistan have been forced to quit their education. Fearing for the safety of their families and their own lives, school authorities have been threatened into shutting the doors of schools struggling to bring a country's young hope and a brighter future.  Girls still risking it have been found mauled, burned with acid, and beheaded.  The Pakistan government allows education for girls, but in this and other areas, their rule is no match for the Taliban presence in the towns and surrounding villages and the demands of obedience that go out every night on the FM radio.  
The thing that strikes me so much is the intense desire to learn these children have. Looking around them, they know there is more to life than incessant fighting.  The girls want to make a difference just as much as the boys. They envision themselves as female doctors, lawyers, politicians, teachers. They have hopes and dreams and now are stowed away, afraid to come out of their gated dirt yards.   The Taliban shows no mercy and every day those who were too interested in "social causes" are found in the town square beheaded, beaten, or worse.   The fight to learn is unreal in these children.  They are not happy with complacency. They want more and when all around them is unrest and hopelessness, their optimism and determination are hopefully the needed drops in a swelling tide for change.
Greg Mortenson was a wellknown mountain climber attempting to summit the treacherous K2 mountain in the Hindu Kush. His book, "Three Cups of Tea" is an inspiring account of how he stumbled into this Pakistani village lost, malnourished, and near death.  The Balti people brought him back to strength and in the process, Mortenson gained an incredible understanding and appreciation for the hearty mountain people whose own survival was barely scraped from the rough existence on one of the world's tallest mountain ranges foothills.   Unable to hire a full time teacher or build a school, the children of Korphe studied outside in the cold, often by themselves, determinedly scratching out multiplication tables in the dirt with a stick.   
Mortenson described their dogged determination: "Can you imagine a fourth-grade class in America, alone, without a teacher, sitting there quietly and working on their lessons? I felt like my hear was being torn out. There was a fierceness in their desire to learn, despite how mightily everything was stacked against them."  With that experience burned in his memory, Mortenson returned to America to fulfill his promise to build the children of Korphe a school.  Over the next decade , Mortenson built not just one but fifty-five schools --especially for girls--in the forbidding terrain that gave birth to the Taliban.
If one man can make such a difference, how can we as a nation not succeed in our endeavor to bring not just peace, but a better way of life to a people and a land that so desperately wants it?