So, our Marine deploys on Tuesday for Iraq. I'm worried and sad. I know he has the best training in the world, but still, I want him to come home breathing and in one piece. My daughter and her friends are hemming handkerchiefs and writing letters to send to him and his colleagues. I'm sure those are inconsequential things compared with what will be going on around him, but it makes the 10 year olds feel useful and helpful.