So my son Matthew calls me and tells me the Camp Pendleton band is in Iraq. I scream into the phone "What do you mean the band is in Iraq? I thought you told me there was no chance that you could go!"

And he says that he 'probably' won't be called, and right now, that's good enough for me.

Matthew has about 6 months left of inactive duty in the Marine Corp (he's done on Sept. 11, 2003) and I'm just hoping and praying that they won't call him up.

Of course, Matthew says if he *does* have to go that he would probably just be called on to check id's and security for the higher ups there, but I'm just now hearing that the 101st got attacked by a grenade wielding American soldier. There is no safe place in war, or otherwise, I guess, for that matter.