This morning a blogger friend of mine and a guest blogger on this site, Gina, wrote a wonderful piece on a few ways that Soldiers keep in touch with home. She mentioned a matchbox car contest, sending holiday cards, and reading children’s books via Skype. This is the link to her article: A World Away From Walmart.
Nothing in her post was vicious and nothing should have been provocative. And yet, one of her readers found something to complain about. A very trivial matter really. One that didn’t really lend itself to the discussion at hand. He replied to her
I wonder if they are concerned about where the parts were manufactured?!
Well, that made me angry, and I know it got to Gina too. The man missed the point completely. Who cares where the toys were made? Who cares where the cards were printed? No one involved cared because it wasn’t an issue. It wasn’t the object; It was something more.
It’s the Pepsi can with English lettering not Arabic script , the Campbell soup can with the red label not the blue one, the Starbucks coffee mug not the white styrofoam cup. It’s the matchbox car that is the same size, shape, and color as the one that a little autistic boy and his father played with after supper. It’s the Birthday, Valentine, Easter, Halloween and Christmas card that a father slipped into his daughter’s backpack before she headed to school. It’s the story book that helps siblings too young to read fall peacefully asleep. It’s holding a partners hand and cracking redneck jokes while shopping at the Walmart. It’s all the little reminders of home and being loved. Those feelings of being connected and belonging.
Many times that is what is missing on the battle field. A feeling of home. And that dear sir, who had the audacity to question, is unequivocally manufactured here in America.
- A World Away From Walmart (Gina Left the Mall)