A yellow ribbon in honor of the deployments of my son and brother, who will be leaving for Iraq soon with hopes and prayers that they will both come home safe.

I blogged earlier today about Chris Hitchen’s fury at Bill Maher’s clueless audience last night and have been mulling it over since.

I was thinking today, as I was arranging the yellow ribbon on the mailbox, of the present, great divide in our country, when, more than ever, we should be united (at the very least) for our fellow Americans who are in harms way.

Hitchens came to the end of his patience last night with the frivolous studio audiences’ jeers and laughter at his defense of our countries foreign policy and President Bush, so he delivered a middle finger salute to them. He was in essence, casting pearls before swine.

I feel Hitch did it for all of us who understand that whether or not we realize it, we are all fighting the war against Islamic fascism. Many of us want to win over Islamic fascism. Others shrug their shoulders and jeer as they did at Christopher Hitchens last night.

My son and my brother are both deploying to Iraq (from different units) at the end of September. Our son is a fine young, West Point grad, a Captain in the Combat Engineers who followed his father’s tradition after meeting the widow of General Douglas MacArthur when he was in the seventh grade.

Jean MacArthur actually recruited him when he met her at the MacArthur Memorial on a school field trip in Norfolk, VA.

She was in her late eighties at the time but still devoted to the memory of her late husband. She engaged my son in conversation, asking him where he was from and when he answered that he was born in Arkansas but had never lived there she told him that Douglas MacArthur was also born in Arkansas. When she discovered my son’s connection to West Point she urged him to go.

He was so impressed with Mrs. MacArthur that he asked for her autograph but all he had for her to sign on was a one dollar bill.

Until that time our son was an indifferent student. After meeting Mrs. MacArthur, he discovered the high standards that West Point required to be admitted. He knuckled down, determined to be admitted.

When he went to West Point, in his second year there, he asked me to frame the dollar and send it to him so he could hang it on his wall. He told me that sometimes he would look at it before a big exam for some inspiration.

My son is married, the father of a son who will be three in October and thinks his dad has gone to look for the red pickup truck he sold before he left for Fort McCoy.

My brother is a Gulf War Veteran, and recently became a Sgt. Major and is proud and always has been to serve his country and wants to continue to do so after his year in Iraq.

I write about my brother and my son because they, along with my husband (who recently retired from the Army as a full COL after thirty years) and other military members in our family have and are serving their country. But we are not unique. Every military family understands the sacrifice our own are making.

It makes me very angry to see the disconnect in this country between those who take the defense of our country seriously and those who hate President Bush so much that they are in essence condemning our country, our troops and all of us, to the hell of defeat, discouragement and possible Islamic domination.

Hitchens spoke for all of us who understand the threats against our country with that middle finger salute and his fierce obscenities. When we engage the left with logic they respond with jeers. So what else can we do with people who live in America but don’t appreciate our freedom or how we actually came to attain it? Hitch gets it. Our family gets it. Most of the right gets it. But we may lose this war and our whole culture of freedom because of those who purposely and cynically refuse to get it.

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