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His son died in Iraq. Mijito, mijito, mijito...

Imagine the suffering. Imagine the grief. Imagine the heart.

I remember the war in Nicaragua in the 1980s, the contra scandal, the weapons for hostages. Oliver North took the blame for Ronald Reagan. I remember when a bomb blew up in Beirut and kill about 200 Marines. I watch them on the TV, searching for them, carrying the bodies out on stretchers, pieces of them. And what I learned of Vietnam in my country? I never understood what they was fighting for. Costa Rica, it was my home when I was a boy, and we had the same climate, same weather, and I was afraid the United States would someday come to Costa Rica and do the same thing. So, when my son told me at age 17 that he was going to join the service, I said, "Oh, no," and he said, "Don't worry, Dad."

His mother knew the whole time. Then they told me last, I guess because they know how I was feeling. The Marines had an office in the high school and the recruiters know everything, know who comes from divided families, especially when the father's not around. They offer Alex thousands of dollars for signing up and help with college. Though we share custody, one parent can sign. His mother sign the paper. From that moment on, of course, I support my son. I had US Marine bumper stickers on my car, flags in my home, letting people know, even though I didn't want him to go.

excerpt, "War is Personal" from The Nation, May 8, 2006

http://www.newyorkphotoblog.com/blog/carlos_arredondo_a_father_who_lost_his_son_in_iraq.html

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Carlos Arredondo lost his son in Iraq on August 25, 2004. His younger son, Brian, is being recruited by the Marines. Mr. Arredondo, who lives near Boston, Mass., will be at the Esperanza Center on Saturday, September 30, 2006, at 7:00 pm. The Esperanza Center is located at 922 San Pedro, one-half mile north of the downtown library. 210.228.0201

His appearance is part of the Esperanza's middle east series, examining the people, the culture, the politics, and the history of that region.
On Friday night, September 29, the parents of Rachel Corrie, a peace activist who was tragically killed as she protested the destruction of a Palestinian home, will share their story.

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