Wednesday, November 30, 2005
GW didn't tell us anything new this morning.
GW asked for patience. We have given him nearly 1000 days of patience. He acts as if this speech is being given prior to the invasion, but 1000 days and 2110 soldiers is enough time and enough US deaths to prove that his little war isn't going according to plan. Oops, I forgot, there was never a plan and the Strategy for Iraq isn't one either.
Setting a timetable would NOT give aid and comfort to the enemy, it would NOT encourage terrorists. It WOULD give a strong message to the Iraqi people that it is time for them to take charge of their country. A timetable will say that the US will be a supporting role, but if it is democracy they want, then they have to earn it the hard way like we have. Democracy isn't something you can wrap up like a Christmas gift, put a pretty bow on top and present it to someone, let alone a sovreign country. The US has been working on Democracy for over 200 years and we don't have it right yet, not that we aren't working hard, but we're not there yet.
GW said "we should not fear the debate in Washington". Why does he? When he says people who question the policies in Iraq are "irresponsible" and "unpatriotic" that dosn't seem like he welcomes an open debate to me. But an open debate has begun, the President has gotten the message that a majority of the country doesn't think the war is going well or that we should even have gone in in the first place.
And while we cuss and discuss and have no plan, soldiers are dying every single day.
GW did get one thing right today when he said "The American people stand behind you" referring to the troops. We do, we really do.
Tuesday, November 29, 2005
My sister & I stopped by Arlington West in Santa Barbara on our way home from a week in Los Angeles. If you've ever been to Santa Barbara, you know that this part of the world is God's country for it's beauty. On a beach at Stearns Wharf in Santa Barbara there is a group of fine people, the Veterans For Peace, who honor the son's & daughter's of this country who have been killed in Operation Iraqi Freedom. Every Sunday for more than 2 years now, these new friends of ours count the number of war dead and place a corresponding number of white crosses on the beach.
For some, Arlington West is an unwelcome reminder of the real world while escaping to this magical place. For some this beach is a destination, for others an accidental discovery. For me it is a destination- a place of love and devotion. The Veterans for Peace, Santa Barbara Chapter 54 started this project back in November 2003 with 304 crosses. My first visit was Veteran's Day, 2004 when there were 1177 crosses, and this week, there were 2108 white crosses. The human cost of the war, the empty lives....
I always look forward to catching up with my new friends, Michael, Rod, Carolyn, Tom, Nancy, Stephen and others. They have new stories to tell about some of the visitors, some of the family members who have come to honor their loved ones. They tell of buddies who come to pay last respects here at this because they continued fighting while their comrade returned home under cover of an American flag.
A name and the circumstances of the death are placed on each cross and they are presented alphabetically, so it is easy to find a particular name. Row by precision row, just as if this were the "real" Arlington cemetary. When a cross is visited, it is moved up front and is marked with a sticker. Nancy, one of the VFP volunteers has taken the job of resident florist. Local florists donate flowers and Nancy is always able to come up with gorgeous arrangements for each visited cross. Some families leave mementos, stuffed animals, photographs . I left one of Ken's dog tags and a photo on my first visit. There are now 14 rows of crosses or 30% who have been visited. 2 crosses moved into those rows with my visit, Sgt David W Johnson, son of Michelle & Steve DeFord, my friends from Oregon and PFC Darius Jennings, son of Elaine Johnson of South Carolina. I took a few minutes with David and Darius' cross and told them that their mom's missed them alot. I saw lots of other names that are way too familiar by now- Erik, Patrick, Sherwood, David, Nick, Travis, Mike, Adam, Jeramy, Kyle, Wes, Jonathan....and that list keeps getting longer.
A new addition to AW is a life size sand sculpture of 2 soldiers. At first, I thought it was 2 people sitting on the beach. I didn't catch the name of the sculptor, but I am grateful for this amazing piece of art.
So, if you are in the neighborhood, stop by Stearns Wharf on a Sunday and spend some time remembering those young men and women who are never coming home. There will be plenty of love and hugs waiting for you as you are overwhelmed with the magnitude of it all.
Friday, November 18, 2005
When the book, The Goblet of Fire was released back in 2003, I stood in line at midnight with nieces and nephews; we just couldn't stand the excitement anticipating reading that big fat book- who could? we heard it was the longest book in the series- so many adventures ot look forward to! It was like Christmas Eve, or even better. We-just-could-not-wait! My niece and I had a sleepover that night. We should have been catching up on old times but we just had to read a few chapters of this new book.
The 4th movie, The Prisoner of Azkaban was released on June 4, 2004. I had planned on going to the midnite viewing as I had all previous releases of Harry Potter movies. But on May 31, 2004, my life was turned upside down when I was notified that my only child was killed in Iraq. Seeing a movie that week was just nowhere on my radar. Seeing any movie these days mostly feels like too much effort.
When life hands you this kind of card, it shouldn't surprise you how it affects you, how your life changes. But how things sneak up on you and you find how your life has changed, that is the scary and surprising part. Why would one not be able to see a silly movie? Because Ken always laughed at me when he knew I would be standing in line at midnite to see Harry Potter! "MA, he would say- you are crazy" "I know I am, but I am your mother" I would answer and we would laugh together. I miss that.
I was going to the airport sometime last year and I just started crying- I knew I would never go to the airport and pick up Ken again. I walk around a department store this holiday season and see something that Ken would have thought was so cool, but sadly, I have no one to buy for. I miss seeing his eyes light up at Christmas.
No, going to the movies and watching Harry Potter doesn't feel the same anymore, but mostly I miss Ken.
I was honored to speak at the AFSC peace event in San Francisco on October 27, 2005
"Remember the Draft? From Vietnam to Iraq: Honoring Resistance Then and Now."
I find myself in San Francisco tonight. These last few months have been very interesting for me. I spent time down in Crawford, Texas [the site of Cindy Sheehan's peace camp]. My reasons for going to Crawford were many and they were complex. I wanted to go down and find out what my other Gold Star family friends were doing and meet some other ones, because whether it's a look or finishing a sentence, only we know what that loss is.
So, I went down there, and I found the stories that weren't being told, and there were many of them. But, for those of you who did go to Crawford and those of you that read about it, you knew there was a certain magic in being there.
My mom called the night before I left for Crawford -- my mother, the neoconservative -- and she said, "Well, we're really worried about you."
I said, "What for?"
She said, "Well, we just think you might be being influenced by some people." And I wanted to say, "Stop listening to Russ Limbaugh." But, I knew where this was coming from. Then she said, "Well, we just think you are going to fall in with the wrong people."
And I'm thinking, "I'm 51 years old; you raised me. You really think someone could influence me if I really didn't believe this?"
But, I looked around this evening [at an AFSC event honoring war resistance], as I looked around Crawford, and I found out that I am in really, really good company and I appreciate the company. I appreciate you walking with us.
It's very hard for Gold Star families to get up here and talk about the loss of our only children, of our nephew, our niece. For me it was my son. Lt. Ken Ballard was my only child. He was 26 years old when he was killed.
He left for Iraq the day after Mother's Day, 2003. That was my Mother's Day present that year. He told me we'd make up for it next year; we'd go to a ball game, we'd go to the beach. That's usually how we'd spend Mother's Day, but that never happened.
Ken was in Iraq for 384 days. He had already turned in his weapons and was ready to come home when fighting broke out again and they extended his tour for 120 days.
On Memorial Day, I received word that my only child was killed in a war that I never supported. My son was a fourth-generation Army officer and I was proud of him serving his country. He volunteered to go, as so many people remind me. As I said, I am proud of his service to this country, but I am not proud of our administration, who use their patriotism to go invade a sovereign country in an illegal invasion.
The impact to me is that I don't get any grandchildren. I don't get to plan a wedding. And these "dog tags" that I wear, that my son wore, were given to me when they gave me his body. This is all I have left.
So, one year ago, this week, I buried my son in Arlington and I looked down at his grave and I said, "If I don't speak, how will people know what it feels like to be a Gold Star mother, to walk this path?" And I decided that Ken did his job for our country, despite what the mission was; but it was time for me to do my job, and to let people know that I wasn't going to let any more families go through this than I had to.
One year ago today, the number of American causalities was 1,100, and as we know this week, we passed 2,000. Today, the number was 2,006. It doesn't stop.
The family of the 2006th service member doesn't care about a number. When they heard their awful news, they probably never even heard, "I regret to inform you..." Because they knew when they saw who was at the door what the news was. Every nightmare they had about their loved ones had just come true. Every prayer for their safety on this earth will never be answered, and every deal they made was off.
Their new world is black and white; it's turned upside-down. Those family members screamed, and didn't recognize the pain coming from a place they never knew existed. They screamed again, and it was their soul leaving their body. This is their new normal.
Two thousand isn't the magic number, and neither is soldier number eleven, or soldier number 812, as my son was. These are just the numbers representing the lives that ended way too soon. And they represent their family and friends, who have been left behind. They signify the many unfulfilled promises and unfinished lives.
The president's numbers are at an all-time low, and he continues to insist that the best way to honor the sacrifices of the fallen is to complete the mission. He said that again, and again, and again, hoping that we will believe the lies that led to this war. I say, do not honor the sacrifice of my son, that he made to this country, don't honor that sacrifice by killing one more person. Please honor his sacrifice with the truth.
Tell us what the noble cause is. Tell us honestly why this administration took this country and our men and women into an invasion of a sovereign country. Tell us when we can bring our troops home and tell us when torture became acceptable.
There are no "weapons of mass destruction." There is no end in sight to this war that so many of us questioned. There is no exit plan, just as there was never a plan to manage the peace that we were promised would come in short order.
There is nothing to suggest that this war is going to end any time soon and the killing continues -- 2006, 2007, 2008. Yesterday, Senator John McCain said that it's not right to use the death toll for "political" purposes. So, I wonder why it is "political" to participate in a peace vigil to honor and remember our men and women who are dying in a war so far away and in a war that is wrong. What is "political" is to hide the human cost of this war by not allowing us to see flag-covered caskets coming home, by not openly publishing the number of dead and wounded on either side, and to not mourn as a country the loss of these precious lives.
And when did peace become wrong? As long as the human costs are hidden, this country cannot begin to heal. The mother's voices will end this war, they have to; and the father's can too, but it's mostly the mothers they will listen to.
When I speak out against this ugly war, and when I tell you what it feels like to lose an only child in a war I didn't support, brought to us by an administration that doesn't care enough about my son or his compatriots to provide them with adequate equipment and resources, I am called a "traitor" and "unpatriotic." I am disrespecting my son's service, I am told.
As surely as they believe what they say to me, I do not accept this judgment. I do have a noble cause. Imagine, for one minute, my sense of peace knowing that my speaking out might end the war one day earlier and possibly save the life of one of the pro-Bush, pro-war families. Their loved ones will come home because I raised my voice to question this war.
When I read about "Eyes Wide Open" when it began back in 2004, I thought that was a perfect way to honor the sons and daughters of this country who died in Iraq. Ken was still alive -- and who knew.
From the first connection I made with AFSC nearly one year ago, I knew I had found a safe place. Every person I worked with, embraced me and welcomed me as family. In San Francisco, Sacramento, Philadelphia and Illinois, the exhibit of "Eyes Wide Open" was the way to show the human cost of war, and we did just that. We touched an awful lot of lives along the way, and they continue to do that.
AFSC says, "We seek to understand and address the root causes of poverty, injustice and war. We hope to act with courage and vision in taking initiatives that may not be popular." Everyone who is here this evening understands what that means. Sometimes we may not feel very courageous when we do what we do, but speaking for these values sometimes means swimming upstream. As we do, we find ourselves in good company. It has always been an honor to work with AFSC. I appreciate the opportunity to talk. Thank you for letting me talk about my son. It's my favorite subject. Thank you very much.
Thursday, November 17, 2005
And 14 time zones away, GW's smirk translates into any language, even in South Korea where he is calling war critics "irresponsible" and "playing politics". Okay, I half agree with him
But let's get back to the "irresponsible" Americans. GW once said "I don't read books, I read people" . George, it's time to start reading the people of this country, listen to them. They are not happy with the way things are going in Iraq. They are not happy that there is no exit strategy and they are not happy with your condescending attitude towards those of us who disagree with you. It *is* patriotic to question our leaders when we believe we are being taken in a direction that is not right. The #2 guy in this country, Dick Cheney, was furious when he heard Chuck Hagel say it is patriotic to question the president's actions- Cheney said Hagel's comments were reprehensible. Cheney called Democrats "opportunists" who were peddling "cynical and pernicious falsehoods" to gain political advantage while U.S. soldiers died in Iraq. Oh puhlease! Don't hide behind those brave soldiers. Quick, Dick, how many American soldiers have been killed in Iraq? I know, you don't know THAT number!
This administration doesn't get it. They are not listening to the American public. This president seems to have forgotten that he works for us. One year ago he was telling us he had a mandate, he had plenty of political capital to spend after the election. I don't think so- this presidency is nearing bankruptcy with his current level of support. I only hope that GW gets it before he bankrupts this country, both fiscally and emotionally.
And thank God for men like John Murtha!
Tuesday, November 15, 2005
Rush Limbaugh has started an "Adopt a Soldier" campaign. Let's look at it from Operation Truth's viewpoint, who does get it right, of course. As they say, this is a tasteless marketing ploy and doesn't support the soldiers. When you adopt a soldier through Rush, you will be sending them Rush's newsletter for one year. Wow! That's what I want in my stocking this year, Santa! Instead, why not donate money to purchase some of the new personal armor so that the families don't have to buy equipment for their soldiers or they don't have to take it out of their oh, so precious paycheck. If this administration wants our men & women to go in and fight an immoral war for them, they should well be providing adequate protection. Now, let me ask this- who is supporting the troops? And ladies & gentlemen, PLEASE turn off Rush Limbaugh's radio show- he really doesn't have this country's best interest in mind; he's just looking to line his pockets.
Seems like GW is on some kind of a offensive tirade against those of us who question the reasons for this war in Iraq. He calls us "irresponsible" and says "They spoke the truth then and they're speaking politics now". George, George, George. We counted on intelligence from *your* administration, from your peeps, to tell us and them the truth. We counted on our congressional leaders having the same access to intelligence that the administration had. We have all learned alot in these past 3 years. So, GW, stop lying and stop trying to convince us that things in Iraq are going well. They are not! And no matter how many times you say it, we aren't going to believe you.
What would be irresponsible would be to let this President "stay the course" and to continue to let him support the troops as he has without proper body armor and properly armored vehicles. What was irresponsible was for this President to use Veteran's Day to avoid the truth of his misue of the intelligence that was available to him. What he did not do on Veteran's Day was HONOR the Veterans of this country!
Yep, and GW's pal, Rumsfeld is standing right by his side. At a press conference, he accused administration critics of re-writing the history of the Iraq conflict. Isn't that just the way these guys work? Smoke and mirrors- get the story off of *themselves*. Secretary, just write on the blackboard 100 times, "I will not lie to the American people" and oh yeah, a lie of omission is still a lie, if you're wondering.
****2072 is the number of American casualties in Iraq today...6 of those families have not been notified yet. They have no clue how their world is about to change.****
Monday, November 14, 2005
I know that people care about what I am doing, speaking out about this war. I know that at least 69% of the people in this country think that we shouldn't have gone to war, surely not THIS war. And mostly I know that when I speak out, I speak for so many and I also know I do not speak for all Gold Star families.
I would say I would like to start at the beginning, but, really, when would that be? May 30, 2004? That awful day that Ken was killed? Too much has happened since then, so let's just start with last week, Veteran's Day, 2005.
There were lots of opportunities to speak out last week. I also had opportunities to honor Ken. I did both. I don't see a contradiction in that, although some do. That's their problem, not mine. A Gold Star mom friend of mine had posted this link on one of my groups first thing Wednesday morning. http://theunitedamerican.blogs.com/Movies/2000A/2000.html. Take a look at it. I cried and cried for the lost lives, the lost dreams... and so sad to see all of those faces. I also got angry and told myself "No mercy to the lying liars!"
Colin Powell was scheduled to speak at the Speaker's Forum at DeAnza College in Cupertino, CA. On Wednesday, a group of people, some of the "Crawford 12,000" organized the first of several events related to Powell's appearance. Speak Outs, protests and a war tribunal were all on the agenda. It was good to see some of the people who I hadn't seen since the rally in DC in September. There were representatives from Iraq Veterans against the War (IVAW), MFSO and others like Ann, a retired Army Col and diplomat, Dolores, mother of Erik and a Gold Star Mom and the Ditch Witches from Crawford. I was introduced to the President of the college, Brian Murphy, who was very supportive of the events planned and each of us.
Sean, IVAW spoke about his time in Iraq and at Crawford. We watched a short clip from Crawford, about both camps.
Anne, MFSO & Blue Star Mom, spoke about her son's 3rd tour of duty in Iraq, at 600 days and counting. I spoke about my experiences at Crawford and as a Gold Star Mom. I like speaking about Ken, although it is hard to stand up and bring him back to life. It would really be a lot easier to just sit at home with my covers pulled over my head, but I just can't DO that! They told me I made them cry. Honestly, I like it when that happens, then I know *they* are touched by the war. I had to leave to attend an event in Hayward, so I left when some of the Crawford group sang a song that was written about the son's and daughter's who had been killed in this war. I missed hearing Cindy Sheehan speak. (A book Cindy wrote has just been released, it has a photo of Ken's cross from Crawford and as she gave me a copy of the book, she pointed that out to me)
I hurried over to Moreau Catholic High School in Hayward to speak on a panel with the Social Justice club from the school. A woman from Pax Christi, a dad whose son, an alumni of Moreau is serving in Iraq and I were on the panel. Attendance at the assembly was not required and half of the gym was filled. These young men and women were pretty dialed into what we were speaking about and they acted interested. At the end, they opened up for questions. One young man, Kip, spoke to me and empathized about the loss of my, BUT he told me that I was disrespecting my son. I think that most of the students felt that Kip had disrespected me by making the comment. I answered him like this. I told him he could not imagine the feelings to lose my son this way and I appreciated his comments about that. I also told him that he didn't hurt my feelings because I had already been called a traitor, treasonous, and unpatriotic. I told him that other had accused me of disrepecting my son and yes, my son volunteered to serve his country and I was proud of that. I then told him that the people who disrespected my son are the people who sent my son to an illegal invasion of a sovereign country.
zip, zip, back across the bay...to DeAnza College. Protests were scheduled for the evening outside of Flint Center as people arrived to her Colin Powell speak. That night there were probably near 100 protesters from different groups aroudn the Bay. We were loud and we got our point across, that those who were attending this speakers forum were going in to hear a war criminal speak. Many attendees ignored us and many flashed us the peace sign. It was very peaceful and there were no problems that night.
I was given a ticket to the event, so we went in. No worries.
The head of the speaker's forum spoke first to the mostly white, mostly affluent attendees. He referred to a comment that Tom Wolffe allegedly made "If you are ever feeling down or depressed, go to K-mart; you will be the best looking person there." He then said, "you will also be the richest person there, too" I'm not sure why he made those comments, but they were offensive, arrogant and just rude.
I had planned to disrupt Colin Powell's speech, but the "right" opportunity never came up for me. I was with Mary Ellen, one of the Ditch Witches and Ann, who did stand up and spoke out. We had been assured by the President of the college that no one was to be kicked out if they tried to disrupt the speech. We would be asked if we wanted to leave or sit down and be quiet. It made the decision to *try* to speak out and easy one. I don't particularly want to be arrested, at least not at this time.
Colin Powell was offensive. People had asked us "Why Colin Powell?" "He is so nice" I disagree. Out of all of the members of this administration, his actions were perhaps the most egregious. We trusted him, we waited for him to say that things were as bad as Bush and Company were telling us. We waited for him to tell the truth! He went to the UN and he lied just like the others. So, his fake mea culpa when he appeared on national TV to say that his speech at the UN was a "blot on his record" HA, he just said it, he didn't mean it. He's just a lying liar. He told us in his speech at DeAnza College that we must "stay the course" and we must continue to fight the war on terror. He also said that he heard about the protesters outside. He said he empathized with those who had lost a child (yeah, right!) but that maybe we should be protesting the insurgents in Iraq (Hey, Colin, maybe if we hadn't invaded a sovereign country, maybe we wouldn't have provided such a ripe environment to train these insurgents!) I was sickened! I was also saddened to hear that he and his wife had welcomed their 3rd grandchild the night before. And what about the grandbabies that I will never have? He doesn't have a clue how this war is affecting the military families and he, General Powell, of all people should! Colin Powell has not shed a tear for my son or any of the others, just like everyone else in this administration. Shame, shame!
A War Tribunal for Colin Powell was scheduled for Thursday at the college with a great group of people who were experts in their field.
Palo Alto, CA
"For What Noble Cause" was the name of the event at a Baptist church in Palo Alto. Nick, a Gold Star Uncle and I were scheduled to speak as well as others, including representatives from First Baptist Church of Palo Alto, First Presbyterian Church of Palo Alto, West Bay Chapter of the Buddhist Peace Fellowship, Congregation Kol Emeth, American Muslim Voice, Palo Alto Friends Meeting, Iraq Veteran, Veterans Administration Chaplain,and Multi Faith Voices for Peace & Justice.
THAT was a tough evening. While veryone was caring and welcoming; letters were read from soldiers at war. From the civil war, WWII, and Viet Nam. I read Ken's last letter to me- it arrived after he was killed. I hadn't read the letter in a long while, so it was very very hard to read and I think it was hard for people to hear, too.
As we were closing the evening, the young man from American Muslim Voices asked his mom to come back and talk to me. He told her he needed to give me a hug. What a loving gesture! Someone is raising him well!
San Jose, CA
I had been working on Stories of the Fallen since the mid summer. 7 Gold Star Families from the greater Bay Area who had lost loved ones in the Iraq War worked with the Digital Clubhouse Network to tell the stories of our sons, our nephews. It wasn't about politics, it was about the boys. We premiered our digital stories to a pretty full house at the Montgomery Theater in San Jose right after the Veteran's Day parade on Friday. We were joined by family and friends and it was a remarkable experience. I am so pleased that some of my friends could join me, too.
Here is what I said at my opening comments:
"They would probably not think of themselves as heroes, they were just doing their jobs. They were there for there buddies and their job was to make sure that each and every one made it home. That was their community. This afternoon we are joined by our community as we honor & pay tribute to 7 of our nation's best.
However you feel about the war, and believe me, these families politics cover the spectrum. But this project was never about politics, it was about our little boys who grew up to be strong men. Men who believed in
and who volunteered to serve their country. We will forever be grateful and proud of their service and we will never forget them. We ask the same of you." America
The videos will be posted on the Digital Clubhouse Network website. I'll let you know when they are available.
McCormick's & Schicks in SJ hosted the Gold Star Families for dinner after the event. It was a generous offer and a good time was had by all who attended.
I took the red eye to Tennessee Friday night to honor Ken. I was going to Ken's Alma Mater, MTSU in Murfreesboro to present one of Ken's desert camouflage uniforms to the Military Science Department at the college. I wanted it as a historical commemoration of Ken's service to the country and as a reminder to those who walked through Forrest Hall. Ken's friend, Mike, who is a Blackhawk crewmember took care of the framing (Buford helped, too, I hear).
I met with Buford and his wife, Amanda and Stephanie for breakfast at Cracker Barrel. Buford is on his 2 weeks leave from Iraq. I think he has a love/hate relationship with Iraq as many soldiers do, but that's my opinion. I couldn't figure out if he really knew what the mission is. Stephanie is still in, the Reserves, I think. She is trying to figure out what to do with her life. Mike was sick and couldn't make it to breakfast. I was disappointed because Mike has been the best about keeping in touch with me out of ALL of Ken's friends. He's a good man. I had wanted to meet his wife and their 2 children. The youngest was born days before Ken was killed and Mike left home to attend Ken's memorial in California. I know he should have been at home for his infant son, but he also needed to be in CA to honor Ken.
We all went over to the Military Science department for the Veteran's salute. I was glad to see Mike & his wife were able to join us, too. Ken's friend, Adrian was also there with his 4 month old son.
A LTC, John, from Carry The Flame, Rolling Thunder had carried a photo of Ken across the country, from CA to DC last Memorial Day. Before the ride, we discovered that Ken's & John's lives had many parallels. Both attended MTSU, both had majors of International relations and both went on to serve into he Army. This is one of the many examples I have found this year when there really are no coincidences. I told John he really HAD to be the one to ride with Ken's photo. And he did. We met up in DC at Rolling Thunder for the ride through DC. Mysisters and I were all able to ride on the back of a motorcycle as part of the event. At MTSU on Saturday at the Veteran's event, I presented a montage of photos that John had sent me from the journey. I also included *the* photo that John carried. It will hang in the Military Science building.
Ken's LTC was there to accept the uniform. He gave a short speech but sadly couldn't even remember the day Ken was killed. We are hoping that he will honor our request to hang the uniform in the hallway at Forrest Hall.
The thing that struck me was that after the presentation only 2 people came up to me to shake my hand or offer any kind of condolence. These were veterans of every war. These were alumnus of the school that Ken attended. These were people who should have had some kind of compassion and there was nothing like that. These people who know the sacrifices from the soldiers and from their families. I don't want to compare, but I will....I am used to standing ovations and hugs and tears when I speak out against the war. Those people understand the sacrifice, they stand in line to pay their respects after I speak. And these people at this Veteran's event, were less than welcoming. I don't get it. I just don't get it.
Marina's is Ken's favorite restaurant in M-boro. I'm glad Mike remembered that. I went to dinner with Mike and his family, his inlaws and his 2 boys on Saturday night. I think it was kind of awkward for the inlaws. They are my age, of course and there had to be some kind of feeling that they have their daughter and son-in-law and I don't. Mike's m-i-l expressed condolences to me. I appreciate it when people do that. As good as dinner was, this was where Ken & I had met some of his friends on an earlier visit and it is where he wanted both sides of his family to join him for lunch during his graduation weekend. The last time I was there, so was Ken, and it was a very happy occasion.
I spent a good part of Sunday with one of Ken's favorite professor, Anne. It is easy to figure out why they had such a complementary relationship. I think they both learned from each other. I am grateful that she made the time to tell me "Ken stories".
I am glad that Ken's friends were able to spend some time with me, too. It would have been a very lonely time alone on the campus.
The flight back from TN was long; head winds turned what should have been a 4 hour flight into 6 very long hours. I had a middle seat, lucky me. My seatmates were kind- both of them on their way to SJ for the same convention. They listened to me talk about Ken and I think they silently thanked somebody for the goodness of their children and families and that all of them were together, even if not for this week. I believe they were touched by the war tonight.
It will be good to sleep in my own bed tonite- it always is. Welcome Back, welcome Home!