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To the Editor:

Here at the nursing home we’ve all been glued to the TV set watching the withdrawal from Iraq. For as long as I remember, in all my 93 years, war has been all around me. My grandfather fell as a Rough Rider during the Spanish-American War, my mother and father served in World War I (my mother as a nurse). And I grew up a military brat, moving from base to base. When I met him, my second husband was the most active American Legion Post director you’d ever hope to meet!

So I feel slightly lost in this new world of peace. But I’m glad to leave behind the military lingo, uniforms, and sacrafices. Can I get used to it? Can I really attend my great-grandson’s graduation without worrying if I’ll see him live to 24? Should I go ahead and tell my niece that even though I’m not sure I fully approve, that if I ask, she can tell?

I suppose I’ll adjust to this strange new environment.

Ruth Principe
Summit, N.J., July 2, 2009