I remember that photo....made me so darn proud. They were at the right place at the right time...and the troops loved them for it...as always.
What’s more significant is the fact that the former president and his wife didn’t wait for all the hoopla of escorts. They just traveled to the hospital after the attack without our photo entourage and spent time with our troops.
When I read a story like this, I find myself imagining things like ...
I'm in a hospital bed wounded and perhaps I know who did it and what I think is a 'why'.
President Bush appears beside my bed and after the initial shock, I feel as comfortable with him as I do with my beer buddies ... I imagine it's easy to do.
Somewhere in our convdersation or visit, I can see myself asking President Bush, "Why?"
I can also see myself telling him he's GOT to DO something about these muslims in the army, sir ... they're dangerous sir, .. Please Mr. Prersident ...DO something.
I'm sure President Bush would say something like, "Don't worry, soldier ... it's being worked on"
What does that soldier think today?