I drove home, "Harder to Breathe" by Maroon Five at moderate volume. As I pulled up to a stop sign, President Bush's voice suddenly buzzed through the radio... tentative, then gaining force. I listened quietly, knowing that today the decision was to be made.
A few minutes later, the clutch popped, buzzing horribly. The vibrations jagged up my arm and through my back, but I hardly noticed. My hand was at my mouth, and I pulled off the road to listen more closely.
"...and his sons have forty-eight hours to leave Iraq... military conflict..."
There is a prayer in my heart now, and a little fear... but not much. There's a little courage, and a little anger, but I believe in this.