Come spend a week in my neighborhood

I once again support Jacqueline Develle’s quest for an end to Camp Pendleton’s constant – in one way or another – disruption of the peace and quiet that we should at least occasionally be entitled to in our homes.

And to respond in advance to those who cry “unpatriotic,” I invite them to come and spend a week in my neighborhood. An entire week of bombs all day and all night that shake the timbers has to be detrimental to our wellbeing. Add to that the continual whomp whomp of low-flying helicopters from morning to midnight almost every day.

(Note to the lady who cried “unpatriotic” last year, saying that she salutes the helicopters when they fly over: If you lived near me you would have a major problem with tennis elbow or your rotary cup.)

I wonder why they can’t train over the ocean instead of residential areas.

Then, add the fires started at Pendleton due to artillery training during Santa Ana winds and red flag warnings, causing danger to surrounding areas and our homes to fill with acrid smoke.

Pendleton is not a good or caring neighbor. That’s a fact. But it has nothing to do with the brave Marines who train there. They are following orders. Blame lies with the Camp Commander and anyone else giving the orders. Of course, they are the ones who can’t be reached. And before anyone shouts that the Brass is blameless, let me remind you of the negligence of those previously in charge of the Pentagon and certain Walter Reed Hospital facilities.

I doubt that this community will do anything to try to control these problems because they do not affect all of us to the same degree. It is much more peaceful at my son’s home on South Mission. If there is even a remote chance of obtaining any peaceful time, those most affected must find each other and do whatever we can to negotiate a reasonable solution with our neighboring warriors.

Bonnie Wright