The Price of Freedom Keeps Going Up

This is a photograph of my car, and a note that was left on it the other day. I'm intrigued by the sentiment, but immediately feel compelled to ask "Could i have been just as thankful when there were only 2,000 reasons? Was i thankful when there were but 400 reasons? Was i free before there were any reasons? it turns out that as of today, i now have 3,084 reasons to be thankful.
i read this in part as a classic conservative, pro-war position that i hear a lot: People DIED so you could protest, so be respectful and don't. OR: People died to protect your freedoms. How disrespectful of you to actually use them. To that, i have always enjoyed the response i'm using these freedoms that were fought so hard for, so that the sacrifices that preserve them be not in vain. (to really stir things up, try this one: shouldnt we be sinning so that Jesus had a reason for dying? if there were no sin, his death would have been in vain)
why do i paint my car like this?
as a simple news headline. since the beginning of this war the names and numbers of the slain have NOT been frontpage news, because nobody wants to think about the death and destruction going on in our names every single day. what would public opinion of the war have been like if we were all reading every day about how two or five or ten of our young people had died violent deaths? probably in the basement like it is now, only much sooner. perhaps this calls on our media to become engaged.
as a consciousness-builder. if numbers dont do it for ya ("way more people than this died in Vietnam" is one of my favorites), i hope the imagery is strong enough to connect some people to the field of dead bodies that war is leaving us. recognize please that this car-full of marks only represents American military personnel, and excludes Iraq military and Iraqi and American civilians.
as a memorial. in livingrooms all across America there is pain and sadness and loss radiating through families and out into communities, because these people are not coming home. honest to goodness i dont know what they're fighting for, but they're doing it in my name. i suspect that some of them were brave, that some of them were compassionate, that some of them thought they were making the best choice for their circumstances, and that all of them were scared shit-less at one point or another. i dont want to forget about them and what they've been asked to do.
there are other reasons, but those are the major ones. i keep every note i receive, and people generally like knowing that most of them are positive and supportive. i imagine we'll have some discussion here, but if you're out in the world and you see my car and you have something - ANYthing - to say...
...leave me a note. you never know where it'll end up. :)


You’ve heard of tree lovers and tree-huggers and all sorts of houses built to avoid cutting down nearby trees.

