Monica L. Murphy
TO THE PERSON WHO TOOK THE RIBBON
I spotted it immediately when we left the card store this afternoon. Trevor had been tampered with. Not only that, his patriotic pride had been messed with. To put it mildly, he was ticked and so was I.
So this story goes out to an anonymous person in general. I know, you’ll probably never read this blog. Maybe you’ll read my local paper because a letter to the editor is going out to there as well.
I don’t know if you realize just WHOSE car you messed with today when you took that patriotic ribbon off the side. Yes, there are others on the car but the indention made by that one was so obviously seen. No, I’m not some important person whose car is too cool (although he is) but I am the mother of a very important citizen… a US soldier.
If you wanted a ribbon, you could have asked. Yes, you saw several on the car. I would have gladly given one of them to you. Did you notice the metallic picture frame with a soldier’s picture inside? Or the dog tags hanging from the mirror? Or the picture sticking on the visor with the yellow ribbon pin? Did you notice the flag decals?
It isn’t so much that you took the ribbon that bothers me… but the fact that I don’t know WHY. Could you not afford one and desired to show your own pride some way? Were you a little kid full of mischief just as the young man whose picture graces the car once was? Or are you a person who couldn’t care less about the freedom you have to walk about this country and who has no respect for the sacrifices of the military who gave you that freedom?
That’s the part that really worries me, not knowing the reason behind it. I don’t like that you vandalized my car at all by taking something off of it that didn’t belong to you. Granted it wasn’t the stereo or spoiler but it was something priceless… a symbol of my son’s service in this country. Hopefully it was done in a moment of irrational thinking but inside on this very day I had a box full of his precious heartfelt letters and medals from Operation Iraqi Freedom. I shudder to think what I might have lost had you been more aggressive.
The ribbon you took stood for a pride that runs deep not only as an American but as a soldier’s Mom. I immediately thought of replacing it but I decided not to. However long that shadow stays on my car, it will serve to remind anyone who looks at it that a ribbon once had a place of honor there.
When you look at the ribbon may you always be reminded now that it belonged to a soldier’s mom? No, I don’t want it back… it’s more important that you keep it. I have other ribbons… and more importantly… I have the honor of loving the wonderful American soldier for whom I displayed it.
But all you had to do was ask.
©Copyright June 6, 2005 by Monica L. Murphy