I just got word from my family that my cousin Kyle Daggett, who's been fighting in Iraq since January (his first deployment), has been seriously wounded.
Here's what I know and the details are still coming in: He and three other guys in his brigade were driving through Baghdad and drove over a roadside bomb. Kyle was the only one to survive in the Hummer and is now--after emergency surgery in Iraq--at a base in Germany, but still in a coma. He has massive head injuries and they don't know what's going to happen. He is such a fighter though and we all know he's giving it all he has. Before he went unconscious, he was able to call on the radio for help. Thank god.
If you pray or meditate or put energy into the universe in any way, my family and I would sure appreciate all the help we can get. Please keep him in your thoughts.
He's the first person I've known personally who's served over there and it's pretty surreal. It's strange, but I feel like I've suddenly been re-sensitized to what's going on in the world and all the suffering that's taking place, here and abroad. Even watching the news (hearing about things blowing up and people dying), reading about political posturing about the war and what's next in our "Fight Against Terror" [angry scowl]--I see it all so differently now. Suddenly it's very personal.
While I won't use this post to vent anti-war propaganda (beyond my quotational jab above), I'll say that--in addition to being very upset and deeply concerned about my cousin--I'm also very angry about it. He never should have been in harm's way.
He's an amazing man and is really, really proud to be serving our country. And that, today, I honor.