A letter to President George W. Bush from Wendy Lusardi of Lexington, KY.

 

Dear Mr. President,      

My name is Wendy Lusardi and I am 8-years-old.  I am in the 3rd grade at the Bluegrass Elementary School here in Lexington.  I am writing to you today because my brother, Eric, is a soldier in Iraq.  I am proud of my brother for liber, for liberat—for freeing Iraq from that horrible monster, Saddam Hussein.  Everyone is proud of my brother and all of his soldier friends for freeing those people from that horrible monster.

But guess what, Mr. President?  That was over a year ago.  And now I am scared because every day you hear on the news about more American soldiers getting killed in Iraq.  Nobody has killed my brother yet but I am getting really worried that some Al-Quaeda sand wacko will take him out while he is sleeping or going poopy or something.  In your own words, Mr. President, we “accomplished our mission” over a year ago.  We took out Saddam and even captured the monster months later yet my brother is still over there.

I know I am only 8-years-old, Mr. President, and there are a lot of things I don’t understand, but why are our soldiers still in Iraq?  Are they still trying to find Weapons of Mass Destruction?  Do Presidents believe in fairy tales, too?  Or are the soldiers still over there to help set up the next dictator who in 20 years will turn on the U.S.?  Remember…uh…Saddam Hussein?  Used to be an ally of the U.S., remember?  I hear Iraqis are getting jobs and going back to school.  Gee, that’s great.  How about if we concentrate on jobs and education in the good ol’ U.S.?  Just a thought.  But what do I know?  I’m only 8-years-old.  Even I learned from our mistakes in Vietnam.  I’m sure you have, too.

One last thing…why do you feel that America has to be the policemen of the world?  Can’t we be the firemen?  Jump into a situation, put out the fire, and then get out?  I think that is a great idea, Mr. President.  Please have Mr. Powell call me to discuss this strategy.

November is only 5 months away, Mr. President.  The economy is finally getting better.  Are you going to lose to Herman Munster because you don’t know how to pull out?  Sounds like a personal problem to me.

Please send me $25 for that joke and please send my brother home.

 

Sincerely,

 

Wendy Lusardi, Age 8