by Cathy Resmer
I saw this in the Sunday Doonesbury strip, but I didn't realize it was for real. Turns out The Sandbox is an actual blog where soldiers and their families can share non-partisan stories about life in wartime. The bloggers appear to have their own sites, too, and you can follow links to them.
Here's an excerpt from a post by a guy who calls himself "American Soldier." He writes about seeing a fellow soldier back in the states in A Different Perspective:
Well, I kept bumping into this guyalong my travels and I swore I knew him from somewhere. I just couldn'tplace it. The Army can seem very small, but I didn't remember him fromany prior bases I was at. While on layover, I saw him and his family. Iapproached him and ask him about the aircraft he flew in over there. Atthat point I figured he might have been on the same plane I was on whenI was evacuated. I described the flag in the hull and a few otherthings. Sure as shit that was the same plane he was the crew chief of.He tended to me while I was laid up on a stretcher. I was in and outfor the duration of the flight but I remembered his face. What are thechances of that?
We parted ways and I was just happy that Ihad met him. I really didn't know how to respond. So I went to theterminal of my next flight. He was passing by and he came up to mepushing his baby. The words that came out of his mouth really stuckwith me. "In the 16 years of my career I've always wondered about theguys that we flew out. You have made my career come full circle bymeeting you." The man had tears in his eyes. He explained that healways wondered about the ones who were hurt. He knew the dispositionof the ones in boxes but the ones on stretchers like me, where did theygo and how did they make out?
The Sandbox is the latest addition to my bookmarks toolbar.