Tiffani's Story, cont'd.

The following email was written by my pal and student, Tiffani, part of her story that I persist and insist on putting out there, unedited. Why? Because we rant and scream about this insane occupation, but she lives it. Every day. In pain and more anxiety than I can even imagine.

And the more of us who witness what the child of a soldier in Iraq has to endure, the more insight we can have about how wrong it all is. If you've missed any of her story, you can find it in our archives, and also catalogued here. She appreciates your comments more than you know.

i talked to my dad three times this week

he just got back from a mission

i asked him how it went and he said ok

then i asjked him if he was ok

and he said yes

by the tone in his voice i could just

telll it was a big no

and that he wasnt ok

and that he wasnt ok

he is getting sadder and becomming

less and less of my dad

he still is but he is changing

he sent me these pictures =/

(I obscured the faces intentionally)

i miss him

its scary seeing these

knowing thats what he is driving

and just imagining what he hoes through


i wish he was here and safe