Sorry, I don't really care, Jacqueline
Last updated 3/15/2007 at Noon
When I was a girl, I lived near Miramar and I heard the jets roaring over our house. My dad once told me that those are the sounds of freedom and to thank God for them.
Now that I am a woman and I am the wife of a Marine, those “deafening sounds” mean my husband and his fellow Marines are practicing their jobs. Haven’t you heard that practice makes perfect? Maybe one less Marine will die because he practiced his role in an important mission.
Sorry, I don’t really care, Jacqueline, that you “clench your teeth” when you hear the noise from Camp Pendleton. I “clench my teeth” every time I hear that a Marine has fallen in Iraq. I hope the sergeants keep transferring your phone calls. Didn’t you know Camp Pendleton was here when you signed your mortgage papers? They were here before you and I were here. If you don’t like it, you can always move.