Just in case you are wondering...for financial reasons...I have moved the blog to this new location. I have included all the posts since this blog began back in July of 2006.
I plan on continuing with the writing of this blog after my son returns. I hope you find it helpful whether you have a soldier who is deployed, or someone who would like to support or at least learn more about what a soldier's family goes through when faced with deployments.
Thank you for the time you have spent reading this blog over the past 14 months. I love it when I get emails from readers of my blog! Makes me feel good to know that so many really do care about our armed forces and the struggles they face every day.
Thank you and God Bless America!
Head Down, Eyes Open, I Love You
Wednesday, August 22, 2007
Home from the Front!
Just thought I would write a quick post. We have good news! I am almost afraid I will jinx it!
The soldiers from the 118 MP Company, 503rd MP Battallion are coming home! They are scheduled to arrive at Ft. Bragg on sometime next month! I am afraid to do my "Happy Dance" as we got fooled into believing this back in May...but I have been assured that this time it is FOR REAL!
So, alot will be happening very soon! I will be traveling back to Ft. Bragg to be there when my baby steps onto American soil! He will then be home for 3 weeks leave sometime after that...we are planning a Welcome Home Ride with the Patriot Guard from the airport which will then open up into a down home Missouri style Bar B Q in our back yard! Yep! I got to get cleaning!
Even though this news is bittersweet, with the loss of our beloved soldier just last month, it will be good to have them home.
I pray for this war to end...I want no other mother or father to lose their child because of this...they have just been too many...in Kansas City, the week after I returned from Sacramento for the funeral of our beloved soldier, we lost another MP who was stationed in Baghdad...not from my son's unit...but a soldier just the same...I grieve for his family as if they were my own...I was able to assist Soldiers Angels "water brigade" as the Patriot Guard members stood guard. We had about 80 members that day...I am so proud be allowed to be present with them...it is just so heartwarming...the respect they pay the fallen soldier and that soldiers family is so enormous...please if you get a chance...volunteer at least once with the PGR. You don't need to ride a bike..."cages" are welcome too! FYI-a "cage" in PGR term are those of us who like to drive with 4 wheels and manufactured air conditioning! LOL!
With this I will close for tonight...
As always, Head down, Eyes Open, I Love You.
The soldiers from the 118 MP Company, 503rd MP Battallion are coming home! They are scheduled to arrive at Ft. Bragg on sometime next month! I am afraid to do my "Happy Dance" as we got fooled into believing this back in May...but I have been assured that this time it is FOR REAL!
So, alot will be happening very soon! I will be traveling back to Ft. Bragg to be there when my baby steps onto American soil! He will then be home for 3 weeks leave sometime after that...we are planning a Welcome Home Ride with the Patriot Guard from the airport which will then open up into a down home Missouri style Bar B Q in our back yard! Yep! I got to get cleaning!
Even though this news is bittersweet, with the loss of our beloved soldier just last month, it will be good to have them home.
I pray for this war to end...I want no other mother or father to lose their child because of this...they have just been too many...in Kansas City, the week after I returned from Sacramento for the funeral of our beloved soldier, we lost another MP who was stationed in Baghdad...not from my son's unit...but a soldier just the same...I grieve for his family as if they were my own...I was able to assist Soldiers Angels "water brigade" as the Patriot Guard members stood guard. We had about 80 members that day...I am so proud be allowed to be present with them...it is just so heartwarming...the respect they pay the fallen soldier and that soldiers family is so enormous...please if you get a chance...volunteer at least once with the PGR. You don't need to ride a bike..."cages" are welcome too! FYI-a "cage" in PGR term are those of us who like to drive with 4 wheels and manufactured air conditioning! LOL!
With this I will close for tonight...
As always, Head down, Eyes Open, I Love You.
Time To Rest-Original Post 29 July 2007
The past 10 days have been absolutely horrific. I left last Friday afternoon for Ft. Bragg to be with the soldier's wife and children. When she met me at the door, we just hugged and cried for what seemed an eternity. It even brought the Sgt. that picked me up at the airport to tears.
The memorial service at Ft. Bragg was on Tuesday afternoon. I must say, it was standing room only in the post main chapel. The chapel itself was beautiful...and the remarks made by various soldiers were quite moving. This soldier's parents and sister arrived on Monday, therefore they were able to witness just how much their son was loved by those with whom he served.
The memorial in Iraq was on Thursday. I understand it was quite moving also. My son wrote a eulogy...a very nice summation of this soldiers life and what he meant to his family, his soldiers, and his friends.
I left Ft. Bragg on Wednesday evening, returning home very late. I did what I could...to get some orders out the door, do laundry and say hi to my husband. It was a very short visit.
On Friday morning, my daughter and I began the drive to Sacramento, CA. Our beloved Ron is from Fair Oaks, CA and this is where his wife and family wish him to be. We just arrived about 20 minutes ago. We drove 1,850 miles to attend the service and internment tomorrow. My daughter and I somehow are going to read my son's eulogy during the funeral service. I don't know how I will get through it, but I must. For my son. This is his wish.
We had horrible "miss" the next day my son was out of the "wire". As he was driving along, he looked out his door and saw an EFP=thank god it didn't go off. Or there would have been many more funerals to attend....
I do have an update on our wounded soldier. He has lost his right leg just below the knee and has arrived at Walter Reed. His family should be with him now. I pray he has the strength to get through the next few months.
Well, that is enough for now. I finally had the time to set and think about what I haven't done. I will report as soon as I can after the services tomorrow.
Until then,
Head down, eyes open, I love You.
The memorial service at Ft. Bragg was on Tuesday afternoon. I must say, it was standing room only in the post main chapel. The chapel itself was beautiful...and the remarks made by various soldiers were quite moving. This soldier's parents and sister arrived on Monday, therefore they were able to witness just how much their son was loved by those with whom he served.
The memorial in Iraq was on Thursday. I understand it was quite moving also. My son wrote a eulogy...a very nice summation of this soldiers life and what he meant to his family, his soldiers, and his friends.
I left Ft. Bragg on Wednesday evening, returning home very late. I did what I could...to get some orders out the door, do laundry and say hi to my husband. It was a very short visit.
On Friday morning, my daughter and I began the drive to Sacramento, CA. Our beloved Ron is from Fair Oaks, CA and this is where his wife and family wish him to be. We just arrived about 20 minutes ago. We drove 1,850 miles to attend the service and internment tomorrow. My daughter and I somehow are going to read my son's eulogy during the funeral service. I don't know how I will get through it, but I must. For my son. This is his wish.
We had horrible "miss" the next day my son was out of the "wire". As he was driving along, he looked out his door and saw an EFP=thank god it didn't go off. Or there would have been many more funerals to attend....
I do have an update on our wounded soldier. He has lost his right leg just below the knee and has arrived at Walter Reed. His family should be with him now. I pray he has the strength to get through the next few months.
Well, that is enough for now. I finally had the time to set and think about what I haven't done. I will report as soon as I can after the services tomorrow.
Until then,
Head down, eyes open, I love You.
Another One Lost - Original Post 19 July 2007
It is with a heavy heart and many tears that I write to you today. My son's unit came under attack today. I do not know the details or even if my son is okay. We lost one of our beloved soldiers...again. This soldier has a wife and 5 children and is my son's best friend. I am so upset....I just don't know what to do first. I do know now that another soldier-lost his leg-or at least part of it...he is in the hospital-not sure if Baghdad or Germany so he is able to get on the internet. The rest are still on "blackout".
I am somewhat close to this soldiers wife. We have talked many times through the past 14 months. I called her this morning...because one of the young girlfriends I talk to online said that she had heard her soldier had a shrapnel wound but didn't know if his friend was trying to be funny. I couldn't get my son online...so I called the wife....she was screeching...I guess they were just there to tell her...she said "my husband is dead, my husband is dead"! I couldn't believe what I was hearing...I said what? She said Ron is dead! I immediately started sobbing....now I am at a loss...I don't know what to do or what to think....
My son always gets to me so I hear the bad news first...this time I haven't heard from him. I am so scared...I just have to trust that he is okay...but emotionally-he will never be okay from this. And I don't have my momma wings around him right now. Please pray for him and all the troops that are working so hard day after day. They need our support, not our criticism...
So what I know now is 1 soldier dead, 1 wounded by shrapnel, and 1 who has lost a leg. How many more are there? The soldier that died promised my mom that he would get my son home safe. This is going to completely devaste her. I haven't even told her yet...don't know how I can...
So, in case anyone wonders...the life of a soldier...and that of a soldier's family is a very hard life. We never know when we will get that knock at the door. ..
Please say an extra prayer tonight for all our service men and women...they need it more than any of us will every know...
With that I will close...I will post again as soon as I have any more information.
Head down, eyes open I love you.
I am somewhat close to this soldiers wife. We have talked many times through the past 14 months. I called her this morning...because one of the young girlfriends I talk to online said that she had heard her soldier had a shrapnel wound but didn't know if his friend was trying to be funny. I couldn't get my son online...so I called the wife....she was screeching...I guess they were just there to tell her...she said "my husband is dead, my husband is dead"! I couldn't believe what I was hearing...I said what? She said Ron is dead! I immediately started sobbing....now I am at a loss...I don't know what to do or what to think....
My son always gets to me so I hear the bad news first...this time I haven't heard from him. I am so scared...I just have to trust that he is okay...but emotionally-he will never be okay from this. And I don't have my momma wings around him right now. Please pray for him and all the troops that are working so hard day after day. They need our support, not our criticism...
So what I know now is 1 soldier dead, 1 wounded by shrapnel, and 1 who has lost a leg. How many more are there? The soldier that died promised my mom that he would get my son home safe. This is going to completely devaste her. I haven't even told her yet...don't know how I can...
So, in case anyone wonders...the life of a soldier...and that of a soldier's family is a very hard life. We never know when we will get that knock at the door. ..
Please say an extra prayer tonight for all our service men and women...they need it more than any of us will every know...
With that I will close...I will post again as soon as I have any more information.
Head down, eyes open I love you.
Can't believe it has been so long! Original Post 02 July 2007
As I sit today and write, I just looked at my last post and can't believe it has been so long since I have written anything. That day in May was so long ago...but then it seems like yesterday. The past few weeks have been extremely stressful, both with business and with my soldier.
The mosque bombing that took place in Baghdad 2 weeks ago...happened about 150 feet in front of my soldier and his squad. It was God's Amazing Grace that placed them so close...but to not get them hurt. Luckily all in his squad were okay, just had ringing in their ears...and I know my soldier has severe hearing loss from a year in Baghdad.
The day before the bombing, his squad was trying to save a fellow soldier from a different unit that had been shot in the head by a sniper. That was extremely sad for me...and again...God's Amazing Grace saved my sodlier, but I mourn the loss as if this was my own. I pray that this soldiers family will find peace in knowing that their soldier died with dignity and with honor.
The day before this...they were charged by a car full of Iraqi's. By God's Amazing Grace, the car wasn't rigged with bombs and there was no danger to our soldiers, but they treated it as such as they didn't know....luckily no one was hurt.
On the 23rd, I had organized a "Support Our Troops" entry in a local parade. We had over 1/2 of a city block full of entries Supporting Our Troops. It was wonderful! We had 6 soldiers riding on our float-at least 4 were Iraq War Vets and we had 1 Desert Storm vet. We could hear the crowd applauding and thanking them for their service. It was wonderful....and of course...I cried...I will add some of the pictures that we have of the day.
I am now in the process of organizing a 'Remember 9/11 Support Our Troops Rally for Operation Homefront here in Kansas City. I don't have much time but I am beginning to get some volunteers. So, that is a wonderful thing!
My soldier signed his reenlistment papers yesterday. He is to be assigned to NATO headquarters after he returns from Iraq. This will be in the next 6 to 12 months. He has to stay in the states for a period of time for demobilization. So, that is something really great to look forward to. We are already researching to see how much a round trip ticket is so I can visit! I have never been abroad, so this will be a new adventure for me!
With that I will close. I just miss my soldier, as all families right now are missing theirs. I hope and pray that with God's Amazing Grace all our soldiers will come home soon, safe and sound. And as my soldier told me yesterday-"There is no place like home".
Head down, eyes open, I love you.
The mosque bombing that took place in Baghdad 2 weeks ago...happened about 150 feet in front of my soldier and his squad. It was God's Amazing Grace that placed them so close...but to not get them hurt. Luckily all in his squad were okay, just had ringing in their ears...and I know my soldier has severe hearing loss from a year in Baghdad.
The day before the bombing, his squad was trying to save a fellow soldier from a different unit that had been shot in the head by a sniper. That was extremely sad for me...and again...God's Amazing Grace saved my sodlier, but I mourn the loss as if this was my own. I pray that this soldiers family will find peace in knowing that their soldier died with dignity and with honor.
The day before this...they were charged by a car full of Iraqi's. By God's Amazing Grace, the car wasn't rigged with bombs and there was no danger to our soldiers, but they treated it as such as they didn't know....luckily no one was hurt.
On the 23rd, I had organized a "Support Our Troops" entry in a local parade. We had over 1/2 of a city block full of entries Supporting Our Troops. It was wonderful! We had 6 soldiers riding on our float-at least 4 were Iraq War Vets and we had 1 Desert Storm vet. We could hear the crowd applauding and thanking them for their service. It was wonderful....and of course...I cried...I will add some of the pictures that we have of the day.
I am now in the process of organizing a 'Remember 9/11 Support Our Troops Rally for Operation Homefront here in Kansas City. I don't have much time but I am beginning to get some volunteers. So, that is a wonderful thing!
My soldier signed his reenlistment papers yesterday. He is to be assigned to NATO headquarters after he returns from Iraq. This will be in the next 6 to 12 months. He has to stay in the states for a period of time for demobilization. So, that is something really great to look forward to. We are already researching to see how much a round trip ticket is so I can visit! I have never been abroad, so this will be a new adventure for me!
With that I will close. I just miss my soldier, as all families right now are missing theirs. I hope and pray that with God's Amazing Grace all our soldiers will come home soon, safe and sound. And as my soldier told me yesterday-"There is no place like home".
Head down, eyes open, I love you.
They did it again! - Original Post 21 May 2007
Well, this momma had an eye opener this morning...my son told me on Instant Messaging..."Guess What...we are not going to go to where they told us" I said where are they sending you....His response..."well we aren't coming home"...and said and so where are you going? he said "no where....we are stuck here". I just cried...the danger that this unit has been in since last August when they arrived to their assigned duty has just been tremendous. And i know they aren't the only ones. But to tell them they are coming home, then two days later say...no wait..maybe not...then 10 days later...well we aren't going home...but we are going to someplace much safer..then 7 days later tell them..well...now you are not going anywhere...we are staying right here.
I understand he is in the Army now. He served 7 years as a United States Marine...but never have I seen such utter disorganization or utter disregard for the mental well being of our soldiers. This if nothing else...will get them injured or killed. They are now spending energy either worrying about not going home, angry that they aren't going home...that something will get missed and they will get killed. This is to much stress to put on anyone. It simply isn't fair.
I say now, "Just bring every last one home". And I mean NOW! Yes, this will leave Iraq in utter disarray, but if the Iraqi's don't care enough to do something about it...and we have helped them all the way, then by God "bring 'em home". And you don't want to know what else I am thinking because it isn't very Christian of me....
We need to bring back the draft. The Armed Forces are not getting enough volunteers to do the job. They may say they are, but they aren't...or there wouldn't be all this disorganization...They have been there for 11 months...you would think that in 11 months they could figure out what to do with them next! Senators and Congressmen, get off the part of your body that you sit on, and make it happen! There is strength in numbers....send in the soldiers...get the job done...and I mean enough soldiers that there will be no option. We are not winning this war...we are only getting our troops killed. I am tired of it, my soldier is tired of it, and I would imagine the Iraqi people are tired of it. We made this mess, so now lets finish it. How do you train people that don't want to learn? How do you gain trust with people that are not trustworthy, that would as soon kill you as to look at you.
When I heard the news this morning, I began to cry. I can't help it. the only thing that was saving me was the thought he would be in a safer place...but now..what do we have to look forward to? Nothing..just 3 more months of sheer fear and frustration...and I don't think I will ever believe they are coming home after this. My son was telling me today of reenlistment options...that would give him a GUARANTEE that he would not be redeployed. Do I believe it? Not a chance!
Well, I will close for today. Please keep my soldier and all the other soldiers in your prayers. And my soldiers I mean them all-Army-Navy-Marines-Air Force-all our armed services.. They all need our prayers.
Head down, eyes open, I love you
I understand he is in the Army now. He served 7 years as a United States Marine...but never have I seen such utter disorganization or utter disregard for the mental well being of our soldiers. This if nothing else...will get them injured or killed. They are now spending energy either worrying about not going home, angry that they aren't going home...that something will get missed and they will get killed. This is to much stress to put on anyone. It simply isn't fair.
I say now, "Just bring every last one home". And I mean NOW! Yes, this will leave Iraq in utter disarray, but if the Iraqi's don't care enough to do something about it...and we have helped them all the way, then by God "bring 'em home". And you don't want to know what else I am thinking because it isn't very Christian of me....
We need to bring back the draft. The Armed Forces are not getting enough volunteers to do the job. They may say they are, but they aren't...or there wouldn't be all this disorganization...They have been there for 11 months...you would think that in 11 months they could figure out what to do with them next! Senators and Congressmen, get off the part of your body that you sit on, and make it happen! There is strength in numbers....send in the soldiers...get the job done...and I mean enough soldiers that there will be no option. We are not winning this war...we are only getting our troops killed. I am tired of it, my soldier is tired of it, and I would imagine the Iraqi people are tired of it. We made this mess, so now lets finish it. How do you train people that don't want to learn? How do you gain trust with people that are not trustworthy, that would as soon kill you as to look at you.
When I heard the news this morning, I began to cry. I can't help it. the only thing that was saving me was the thought he would be in a safer place...but now..what do we have to look forward to? Nothing..just 3 more months of sheer fear and frustration...and I don't think I will ever believe they are coming home after this. My son was telling me today of reenlistment options...that would give him a GUARANTEE that he would not be redeployed. Do I believe it? Not a chance!
Well, I will close for today. Please keep my soldier and all the other soldiers in your prayers. And my soldiers I mean them all-Army-Navy-Marines-Air Force-all our armed services.. They all need our prayers.
Head down, eyes open, I love you
Another Sunday - Original Post 20 May 2007
Another Sunday has arrived today. Sundays are especially hard for me. I seem to spend more time "surfing the net"...looking for clues....looking for answers...looking for reassurance...but I find none. I cannot find the answer to our problem. How to stabilize Iraq so all our soldiers can come home. I find myself looking at You Tube-searching-and I find the tributes...and I start to cry. Don't do that! I tell myself...but I continue all the same.
My favorite song right now is "American By God's Amazing Grace" by Luke Strickland. Luke is a soldier from Arkansas-National Guard if I remember correctly-that spent his time in Iraq. He had family and friends always asking him how he was doing "over there". What were his thoughts...did we need to be there....etc. so he wrote this song. Apparently it went around in emails and then "Nashville heard his song". 1 week after returning from Iraq-he found himself in a recording studio! My son sent this to me a while back...saying it is EXACTLY HOW HE FEELS...I listen to it every morning and every evening...and many days-numerous times in between! Anything to bring me closer to my soldier.
The members of the 118th MP CO are coming to grips now with the extension. I search the internet looking for info on where they will be heading...but find very little...and what I do find...is not that soothing...I thought they would be in a less dangerous place...but now I am not sure...I only hope and pray that they will be...Any change causes emotions to fly. The unknown is so much harder than what we know at this very moment in time. I trust that they will do their best, do their duty and come home to us safe and secure.
I am posting today the interview of my son on May 4 for Talking With Heroes. www.talkingwithheroes.com I thought he did an outstanding job...he says "I stumbled through it". The portion of the other guests that evening is not available as there was a "technical glitch", however, the interviews will occur again on June 4th at 7 p.m. CDT. I look forward to "telling our story" once again!
That is about it on this end for today. I talked briefly with my son this morning. He is doing good...that is what he always tells me....so I hope and pray that "good is really good".
Head down, eyes open, I love you.
My favorite song right now is "American By God's Amazing Grace" by Luke Strickland. Luke is a soldier from Arkansas-National Guard if I remember correctly-that spent his time in Iraq. He had family and friends always asking him how he was doing "over there". What were his thoughts...did we need to be there....etc. so he wrote this song. Apparently it went around in emails and then "Nashville heard his song". 1 week after returning from Iraq-he found himself in a recording studio! My son sent this to me a while back...saying it is EXACTLY HOW HE FEELS...I listen to it every morning and every evening...and many days-numerous times in between! Anything to bring me closer to my soldier.
The members of the 118th MP CO are coming to grips now with the extension. I search the internet looking for info on where they will be heading...but find very little...and what I do find...is not that soothing...I thought they would be in a less dangerous place...but now I am not sure...I only hope and pray that they will be...Any change causes emotions to fly. The unknown is so much harder than what we know at this very moment in time. I trust that they will do their best, do their duty and come home to us safe and secure.
I am posting today the interview of my son on May 4 for Talking With Heroes. www.talkingwithheroes.com I thought he did an outstanding job...he says "I stumbled through it". The portion of the other guests that evening is not available as there was a "technical glitch", however, the interviews will occur again on June 4th at 7 p.m. CDT. I look forward to "telling our story" once again!
That is about it on this end for today. I talked briefly with my son this morning. He is doing good...that is what he always tells me....so I hope and pray that "good is really good".
Head down, eyes open, I love you.
With A Heavy Heart..- Original Post 15 May 2007
We found out officially last night, that our sons and daughters will not be coming home. They are to be extended after all. I find this truly amazing. I understand that they are "in the Army now", but can't the Army figure out who they need where and for how long and not to put our soldiers, not to mention the soldiers families, on such a roller coaster ride? I have, since he deployed, prepared myself for the situation that he would be extended. This was before any talk of troop surges, additional duties, etc. I just figured Murphy's Law would prevail. Well, I was finally excited that it was "official" that they were coming home. I was doing my "happy dance" for all to see! Then two days later, we have the "bomb shell" dropped on us. It then took a week for the Army to figure out what the outcome would be.
I stand in support of my son and every other mother's son or daughter that is deployed, facing deployment or has deployed. All I can say is that this is not for the faint of heart. And the ones who suffer the most are the children. Their parents made the decision to be in the Armed Services, but they were born into it and have no choice. America's children, and their parents, do not understand how truly lucky they are....to know that their parent is safe and is able to tuck them in at night, to call them, to watch their little league game, to be their coach...all of these are very important jobs-but they do not understand how the Armed Services' children do not have that luxury. They go to bed at night knowing that their parent is in a place where gun shots are ringing out while their parents attempt to sleep, that mortars are flying through the sky-while those that have shot them hope that they hit a target and cause terror and death. They know that their parent will not be at their little league game, be able to be a coach...this is what these children live with day after day. For them I grieve.
The one solace that I do have is that we have been told our soldiers are going to a different place, much safer than where they are at in Baghdad. I pray that we are not being misled.
With the capture of the 3 soldiers on Saturday, I pray for them and their families. I grieve with the familes of those that are known to be killed. And to hear that al-quaida is behind this only strengthens my resolve to knowing that our military is doing the right task. We have to stop the terrorists or they will win..and winning is not an option. So, please contact your congressmen, your senators, your news media...let my voice be heard....Join with me so that our voice will be much stronger and louder! Our military needs our support-both monetarily and with prayers...lawmakers-listen up-they need to hear that we are behind them...not arguing behind their backs...PLEASE SUPPORT OUR SUPERHEROES!
With that I will close for today. This is an especially hard day for myself and the other families of the great 118th MP CO. All I really want to do is to sit down and have a hard cry. But that won't help our soldiers, so I have to be strong...and tell my soldier that I love him...
Remember, pray for a soldier today and every day....Our American military does hear our prayers!
Head down, eyes open, I Love You
I stand in support of my son and every other mother's son or daughter that is deployed, facing deployment or has deployed. All I can say is that this is not for the faint of heart. And the ones who suffer the most are the children. Their parents made the decision to be in the Armed Services, but they were born into it and have no choice. America's children, and their parents, do not understand how truly lucky they are....to know that their parent is safe and is able to tuck them in at night, to call them, to watch their little league game, to be their coach...all of these are very important jobs-but they do not understand how the Armed Services' children do not have that luxury. They go to bed at night knowing that their parent is in a place where gun shots are ringing out while their parents attempt to sleep, that mortars are flying through the sky-while those that have shot them hope that they hit a target and cause terror and death. They know that their parent will not be at their little league game, be able to be a coach...this is what these children live with day after day. For them I grieve.
The one solace that I do have is that we have been told our soldiers are going to a different place, much safer than where they are at in Baghdad. I pray that we are not being misled.
With the capture of the 3 soldiers on Saturday, I pray for them and their families. I grieve with the familes of those that are known to be killed. And to hear that al-quaida is behind this only strengthens my resolve to knowing that our military is doing the right task. We have to stop the terrorists or they will win..and winning is not an option. So, please contact your congressmen, your senators, your news media...let my voice be heard....Join with me so that our voice will be much stronger and louder! Our military needs our support-both monetarily and with prayers...lawmakers-listen up-they need to hear that we are behind them...not arguing behind their backs...PLEASE SUPPORT OUR SUPERHEROES!
With that I will close for today. This is an especially hard day for myself and the other families of the great 118th MP CO. All I really want to do is to sit down and have a hard cry. But that won't help our soldiers, so I have to be strong...and tell my soldier that I love him...
Remember, pray for a soldier today and every day....Our American military does hear our prayers!
Head down, eyes open, I Love You
He's Coming Home! - Original Post - 08 May 2007
Well, after lots of praying, waiting, hoping, dreading, anticipating, fearing we finally heard yesterday! They are coming home! Thank Goodness! This nightmare will soon be over for a while! Now we just hope that the "powers that be" do not change their minds.
Even though I know my soldier will probably be deployed again before his contract is up, at least we get a reprieve, if only for a short while. I still pray for all the soldiers and their families who stlll will be living this nightmare!
It is really hard, at times like this, to remember why we were there in the first place. The US made a case for WMD, which they haven't found. So, there is this big uproar about Americans being lied to. I can't believe that Americans do not remember that one of the conditions of the treaty of the Gulf War was to allow our airplanes to patrol the air space over Iraq-to protect the kurds and the northern section of Iraq. And to keep track of WMD. Saddam did not allow this. Our airplanes were constantly fired upon. If not daily, almost daily. Each and every day this was a breach of contract. For each of these occurances we had cause to go back in. And we had this "treaty" for how many years? 10-11-12 years? How much more reason did the citizens of the United States of America need? One of our mult million dollar airplanes shot down? The loss of life of an American Pilot and his/her crew? What about Scott Speicher? Forget about him?
The United States of America had reason to go back. And it shouldn't have needed the approval of Congress to go...because it was a breach of treaty-should be no question.
So, why now, 16 or 17 years later is Congress "debating" whether we should be there or not? Whether to fund our military or not. HOW DARE THEY! Who do they think they are? If it were their son or daughter there trying to make a difference in a Iraqi child's life or that of that child's family-would they not want them properly outfitted with protective apparel, the munitions to do the job and the equipment to keep them safe? You are sure right they would! There would be no debate then! But as long as it is my son, and all the other sons and daughters there fighting that have parents doing regular jobs, paying bills, caring for the siblings, they are oblivious! Yes, I said oblivious! Indifferent! They don't give a hoot! All they are about is how large an airplane they get to fly around and act important!
I think that my son and your son or daughter is doing an awesome job. They have faced situations that we can only dream of! Not to mention obstacles that no human being should ever have to face! And they need to be applauded! And I don't mean an indifferent so what kind of applause, but the sort that makes you get up out of your seat, take your hat off, put your hands together loudly and then put your hand of your heart as they pass by. Because they ARE TRUE AMERICAN SUPERHEROES!
On Friday evening, I was asked to participate in a "town hall meeting" to give my views regarding being a military parent. I was excited to do this, glad that I could speak about my feelings regarding our service members, how proud I am of each and every one of them, and the difficulties parents face during their deployment. The local Support groups were present, Soldiers Angels, The Hugs Project, Operation Homefront, www.jerky4yourtroops.org, USATroopsupport, the American Legion are just a few of the awesome support groups that were present. I felt honored to be able to participate with representatives from these fine organizations. In addition, we also had two Kansas National Guard soldiers and two Marines present to tell of their time in Iraq. A very "awe inspiring" evening for sure. As soon as the website is updated with the evenings information, I will post here for your viewing pleasure.
That is about it on this end. I am just so glad that our sons and daughters from the 118th MP Co will be able to return home for a short while. With that, I will close.
Head down, eyes open, I Love You.
Even though I know my soldier will probably be deployed again before his contract is up, at least we get a reprieve, if only for a short while. I still pray for all the soldiers and their families who stlll will be living this nightmare!
It is really hard, at times like this, to remember why we were there in the first place. The US made a case for WMD, which they haven't found. So, there is this big uproar about Americans being lied to. I can't believe that Americans do not remember that one of the conditions of the treaty of the Gulf War was to allow our airplanes to patrol the air space over Iraq-to protect the kurds and the northern section of Iraq. And to keep track of WMD. Saddam did not allow this. Our airplanes were constantly fired upon. If not daily, almost daily. Each and every day this was a breach of contract. For each of these occurances we had cause to go back in. And we had this "treaty" for how many years? 10-11-12 years? How much more reason did the citizens of the United States of America need? One of our mult million dollar airplanes shot down? The loss of life of an American Pilot and his/her crew? What about Scott Speicher? Forget about him?
The United States of America had reason to go back. And it shouldn't have needed the approval of Congress to go...because it was a breach of treaty-should be no question.
So, why now, 16 or 17 years later is Congress "debating" whether we should be there or not? Whether to fund our military or not. HOW DARE THEY! Who do they think they are? If it were their son or daughter there trying to make a difference in a Iraqi child's life or that of that child's family-would they not want them properly outfitted with protective apparel, the munitions to do the job and the equipment to keep them safe? You are sure right they would! There would be no debate then! But as long as it is my son, and all the other sons and daughters there fighting that have parents doing regular jobs, paying bills, caring for the siblings, they are oblivious! Yes, I said oblivious! Indifferent! They don't give a hoot! All they are about is how large an airplane they get to fly around and act important!
I think that my son and your son or daughter is doing an awesome job. They have faced situations that we can only dream of! Not to mention obstacles that no human being should ever have to face! And they need to be applauded! And I don't mean an indifferent so what kind of applause, but the sort that makes you get up out of your seat, take your hat off, put your hands together loudly and then put your hand of your heart as they pass by. Because they ARE TRUE AMERICAN SUPERHEROES!
On Friday evening, I was asked to participate in a "town hall meeting" to give my views regarding being a military parent. I was excited to do this, glad that I could speak about my feelings regarding our service members, how proud I am of each and every one of them, and the difficulties parents face during their deployment. The local Support groups were present, Soldiers Angels, The Hugs Project, Operation Homefront, www.jerky4yourtroops.org, USATroopsupport, the American Legion are just a few of the awesome support groups that were present. I felt honored to be able to participate with representatives from these fine organizations. In addition, we also had two Kansas National Guard soldiers and two Marines present to tell of their time in Iraq. A very "awe inspiring" evening for sure. As soon as the website is updated with the evenings information, I will post here for your viewing pleasure.
That is about it on this end. I am just so glad that our sons and daughters from the 118th MP Co will be able to return home for a short while. With that, I will close.
Head down, eyes open, I Love You.
Still Don't Know When He is Coming Home - Original Post 30 April 2007
Good morning! Since it has been a couple of weeks since I have written, thought I would write a line or two.
We still do not know when our son is coming home! This is a month later and they still don't have an answer for us! I understand that the army has a lot going on right now, but can't they figure out that there are many wives, girl friends, husbands, children, moms and dads that need to know when our soldier is coming home. If they are extended-okay-we will deal with that...but JUST TELL US WHAT WE CAN EXPECT! I have the one mom and the one girlfriend/fiance that I IM with. Both are in my son's squad. Both of these women are expecting their soldiers to come home. I have tried to tell them, but they don't want to listen. They don't want to think that they will be gone any longer. I am afraid that the inevitable will happen-that they will be extended...and how these women are going to handle it. The wife has 5 children...she is so determined that they will be home as scheduled...She has had some health problems...I don't know if she could last another 3 months! The girlfriend is packed and ready. She and her soldier are getting married as soon as he gets back-so they can begin their lives together...I just don't know...
Good news is that I talked with my son quite a lot this week. What a truly amazing human being he is...I know....Momma pride stepping in...right now he wants to buy a ultra light and take pilot lessons...he soloed at 16. He wants to get leave for the last week of July so he and I can go to the EAA fly-in at Osh Kosh, WI. That would be a truly amazing week. And just think...a whole week with my son...just him and I...and thousands of others attending the fly in! LOL!
We had a garage sale on Saturday. I advertised it as "trying to raise funds to travel to see my son when he returns from his deployment". I WILL BE THERE when he sets foot on American soil. I was there when he left and I will darn sure be there when he returns...
On Saturday evening....I was part of a rare experience. We had 45 Marines from 24th Marines return from a 10 month deployment to Fallujah. They had asked for a Patriot Guard Escort from the airport. Our airport is about 50 miles from 24th Marines. What a sight to behold. I took bottled water for the motorcyclists. I had two cases...I thought 48 bottles, that would be good. As I turned to enter the Marriot parking lot at the airport...my comment was....oh my, I don't have enough water! There were approximately 300 bikes waiting to ride to welcome these 45 Marines home. In addition, there were about 25 "cages" (cars) to join the escort.
Our escort was over 2 miles long....first there was the Missouri Highway Patrol and the Kansas City Police Department....then the bus carrying the Marines and then the bikes. Initially KCPD had entrances onto the interstate blocked to keep motorists from entering the highway. And I want to thank the truck drivers of America....they seem to know what is going on when they see these bikes and they do their best to stop traffic to allow the motor cade to pass. This helps out a lot.
When we got to the exit to enter the drive into 24th Marines, the community was there. they were carrying signs, waving flags, waving, shouting thank you, applauding...both sides of the street-for about 1/2 mile. The Marines were awe stricken. One of my best friends was at the point where they turned onto the street-she said it was wonderful...she could see the Marines in the bus...their faces...as they saw what the community had done...she said she could see them pointing, then standing...and smiles come across their faces...she was so glad she was there to see that...
Well, that is about it on my end. I have got to start thinking and putting on paper, my plans for Operation Homefront. I am still a little over whelmed with the whole idea...but will be able to put the plan into motion soon. I am beginning to gather some good volunteers...so that will help a bunch!
Will sign off for now. Please remember...say a special prayer for a soldier, sailor,airman, or Marine. They need our prayers right now.
Head Down...Eyes Open...I Love You
We still do not know when our son is coming home! This is a month later and they still don't have an answer for us! I understand that the army has a lot going on right now, but can't they figure out that there are many wives, girl friends, husbands, children, moms and dads that need to know when our soldier is coming home. If they are extended-okay-we will deal with that...but JUST TELL US WHAT WE CAN EXPECT! I have the one mom and the one girlfriend/fiance that I IM with. Both are in my son's squad. Both of these women are expecting their soldiers to come home. I have tried to tell them, but they don't want to listen. They don't want to think that they will be gone any longer. I am afraid that the inevitable will happen-that they will be extended...and how these women are going to handle it. The wife has 5 children...she is so determined that they will be home as scheduled...She has had some health problems...I don't know if she could last another 3 months! The girlfriend is packed and ready. She and her soldier are getting married as soon as he gets back-so they can begin their lives together...I just don't know...
Good news is that I talked with my son quite a lot this week. What a truly amazing human being he is...I know....Momma pride stepping in...right now he wants to buy a ultra light and take pilot lessons...he soloed at 16. He wants to get leave for the last week of July so he and I can go to the EAA fly-in at Osh Kosh, WI. That would be a truly amazing week. And just think...a whole week with my son...just him and I...and thousands of others attending the fly in! LOL!
We had a garage sale on Saturday. I advertised it as "trying to raise funds to travel to see my son when he returns from his deployment". I WILL BE THERE when he sets foot on American soil. I was there when he left and I will darn sure be there when he returns...
On Saturday evening....I was part of a rare experience. We had 45 Marines from 24th Marines return from a 10 month deployment to Fallujah. They had asked for a Patriot Guard Escort from the airport. Our airport is about 50 miles from 24th Marines. What a sight to behold. I took bottled water for the motorcyclists. I had two cases...I thought 48 bottles, that would be good. As I turned to enter the Marriot parking lot at the airport...my comment was....oh my, I don't have enough water! There were approximately 300 bikes waiting to ride to welcome these 45 Marines home. In addition, there were about 25 "cages" (cars) to join the escort.
Our escort was over 2 miles long....first there was the Missouri Highway Patrol and the Kansas City Police Department....then the bus carrying the Marines and then the bikes. Initially KCPD had entrances onto the interstate blocked to keep motorists from entering the highway. And I want to thank the truck drivers of America....they seem to know what is going on when they see these bikes and they do their best to stop traffic to allow the motor cade to pass. This helps out a lot.
When we got to the exit to enter the drive into 24th Marines, the community was there. they were carrying signs, waving flags, waving, shouting thank you, applauding...both sides of the street-for about 1/2 mile. The Marines were awe stricken. One of my best friends was at the point where they turned onto the street-she said it was wonderful...she could see the Marines in the bus...their faces...as they saw what the community had done...she said she could see them pointing, then standing...and smiles come across their faces...she was so glad she was there to see that...
Well, that is about it on my end. I have got to start thinking and putting on paper, my plans for Operation Homefront. I am still a little over whelmed with the whole idea...but will be able to put the plan into motion soon. I am beginning to gather some good volunteers...so that will help a bunch!
Will sign off for now. Please remember...say a special prayer for a soldier, sailor,airman, or Marine. They need our prayers right now.
Head Down...Eyes Open...I Love You
Soldier Extensions- Original Post 14 April 2007
I was IM'ing with my son when the news came over the internet. I saw it and was devastated. I told him, "I have bad news". I copy and pasted the article into IM. He said we were told this was a possibility. Don't worry mom. He said until I was told by him, it wasn't official.
I just had this feeling when they deployed last June that there would be an extension. I have always thought that. When he was home on leave in October, it was bittersweet....I just "knew" it would be the next October before I laid my eyes on my darling son again.
That being said, I was just almost to the point of getting excited that he was coming home in June. I thought they wouldn't tell us to not send mail after the 15th if it weren't true. I was cooking dinner this week and started talking to myself. Could this really be real....could he actually be coming home soon?
One of my best friends son left in October. She called me that evening..."have you heard". Yes I told her. I said to her...dont worry yet, Chris may not be affected by this Hopefully by October they won't still need to do this. Chris is due home on leave next month. She is worried he won't get to come home. I told her to not worry. I didn't think it would affect leave. That they had so many soldiers to rotate through that they wouldn't mess with the schedule.
My mom called and asked "have you heard". I said yes Mom, but remember I told you a long time ago that he would be extended. She started to cry. How can I comfort her? I can't. It takes all I have just to make it through the day....Sometimes I think I must be in a deep depression...then I think I am already on anti depressants for my illness. How could I be depressed? I saw my neurologist this week. I saw in his notes that he said about my last visit. Terry seems to be in a depressive state. I thought well, yes, I am having a flare up...and I hurt like hell. Who wouldn't be depressed. I don't think he was talking about my mood...more about my illness.
And yes, I too am sick and tired of hearing about Don Imus, American Idol and Anna Nicole Smith. There are more important developments that need discussion. And the news needs to quit "bashing" our soldiers. The more they (CNN) talk about the war is unjust and we are failing, and all the other nonsense....the more it hurts my soldier, me and the rest of the country who have loved ones in the military. Not to mention our soldiers.
I had my son read an article on Yahoo news-Life with the Mahdi Army. It was written by a washington post reporter that had been embedded with his unit...when he got to the part about their intrepreter....he said great "she just got him killed". I said what do you mean...he said she reported that the intrepreter covers his face and she named him by name=only changing his first name. He said these savages are not stupid....they will now know who he is...and she just got him and his family killed.
Well, this has been long enough...I feel your pain. I IM with a wife, a girlfriend, and two moms from our unit. This has hit each of them differently. I do my best to calm their fears and comfort them as much as one can over the internet...all the while thinking "oh crap" how will we get through this...
One bit of good news...on May 4th, I am going to be the guest speaker when "Talking with Heroes" comes to our city. I am going to be the voice for military parents. The neat part is...they are going to do a live video link-with my son and I....This will be the first time I have laid my eyes on him since he was home on leave last October. I am so excited! Talking with Heroes travels from city to city conducting a radio show. They have been to Iraq twice to interview soldiers and Marines. The main purpose here is to get the word out about what our soldiers are doing...the good stuff that is coming out of their being there....you can find them at www.talkingwithheroes.com
Well, I need to run. My Marine "brother" and his sister are expected here this a.m. and I still have lots to do to get ready for them.
Head down, eyes open, I love you.
I just had this feeling when they deployed last June that there would be an extension. I have always thought that. When he was home on leave in October, it was bittersweet....I just "knew" it would be the next October before I laid my eyes on my darling son again.
That being said, I was just almost to the point of getting excited that he was coming home in June. I thought they wouldn't tell us to not send mail after the 15th if it weren't true. I was cooking dinner this week and started talking to myself. Could this really be real....could he actually be coming home soon?
One of my best friends son left in October. She called me that evening..."have you heard". Yes I told her. I said to her...dont worry yet, Chris may not be affected by this Hopefully by October they won't still need to do this. Chris is due home on leave next month. She is worried he won't get to come home. I told her to not worry. I didn't think it would affect leave. That they had so many soldiers to rotate through that they wouldn't mess with the schedule.
My mom called and asked "have you heard". I said yes Mom, but remember I told you a long time ago that he would be extended. She started to cry. How can I comfort her? I can't. It takes all I have just to make it through the day....Sometimes I think I must be in a deep depression...then I think I am already on anti depressants for my illness. How could I be depressed? I saw my neurologist this week. I saw in his notes that he said about my last visit. Terry seems to be in a depressive state. I thought well, yes, I am having a flare up...and I hurt like hell. Who wouldn't be depressed. I don't think he was talking about my mood...more about my illness.
And yes, I too am sick and tired of hearing about Don Imus, American Idol and Anna Nicole Smith. There are more important developments that need discussion. And the news needs to quit "bashing" our soldiers. The more they (CNN) talk about the war is unjust and we are failing, and all the other nonsense....the more it hurts my soldier, me and the rest of the country who have loved ones in the military. Not to mention our soldiers.
I had my son read an article on Yahoo news-Life with the Mahdi Army. It was written by a washington post reporter that had been embedded with his unit...when he got to the part about their intrepreter....he said great "she just got him killed". I said what do you mean...he said she reported that the intrepreter covers his face and she named him by name=only changing his first name. He said these savages are not stupid....they will now know who he is...and she just got him and his family killed.
Well, this has been long enough...I feel your pain. I IM with a wife, a girlfriend, and two moms from our unit. This has hit each of them differently. I do my best to calm their fears and comfort them as much as one can over the internet...all the while thinking "oh crap" how will we get through this...
One bit of good news...on May 4th, I am going to be the guest speaker when "Talking with Heroes" comes to our city. I am going to be the voice for military parents. The neat part is...they are going to do a live video link-with my son and I....This will be the first time I have laid my eyes on him since he was home on leave last October. I am so excited! Talking with Heroes travels from city to city conducting a radio show. They have been to Iraq twice to interview soldiers and Marines. The main purpose here is to get the word out about what our soldiers are doing...the good stuff that is coming out of their being there....you can find them at www.talkingwithheroes.com
Well, I need to run. My Marine "brother" and his sister are expected here this a.m. and I still have lots to do to get ready for them.
Head down, eyes open, I love you.
April Fool's Day! Original Post-01 April 2007
Happy April Fool's Day! I am sure we all know a "fool" we would like to surprise today! We have talked with our soldier today. The first time since Monday. He is doing good, said they are all working hard. Told us not to worry, that they are safe...and that the chow is good.
It is about 80 degrees in Iraq right now. Not too bad on the temperature he said...I said with the body armour and helmets on though, it must be pretty warm. Then I thought-at least it isn't 128 with the body armour on! Hopefully he will be home and not have to endure another summer there. I pray every day for that, but am so afraid that his unit, like so many other units will be extended. We don't talk about it, but I am sure it must be on his mind also...
This week has been a crazy week. I am still working hard on our new website www.loveboxes4u.com and have begun the website www.jerky4yourtroops.org This website endeavor is a labor of love. Our family came up with the idea of having jerky donated by hunters across America which we would then send to soldiers in the battle field. The first thing any soldier asks for is "jerky". So we have begun this project to send the troops what they want...this is a huge endeavor, but we believe that we can make it work with the help and outpouring of support from the general public...to see that all soldiers receive quality-made in the USA jerky for their pure enjoyment...
So, with all this website work, I have been pretty crazy...irritable, and just darn right frustrated! Nothing ever works like it should and when you have someone like me trying to figure new concepts out, it is never an easy task! My favorite saying now, is "I am old"-like that will really make a difference! LOL!
But, I just keep trying and soon enough it will all fall into place.
With that I will close for today...remember...hug your children, & say an "extra prayer for America's Super Heroes!"
Head down
eyes open
I love you
It is about 80 degrees in Iraq right now. Not too bad on the temperature he said...I said with the body armour and helmets on though, it must be pretty warm. Then I thought-at least it isn't 128 with the body armour on! Hopefully he will be home and not have to endure another summer there. I pray every day for that, but am so afraid that his unit, like so many other units will be extended. We don't talk about it, but I am sure it must be on his mind also...
This week has been a crazy week. I am still working hard on our new website www.loveboxes4u.com and have begun the website www.jerky4yourtroops.org This website endeavor is a labor of love. Our family came up with the idea of having jerky donated by hunters across America which we would then send to soldiers in the battle field. The first thing any soldier asks for is "jerky". So we have begun this project to send the troops what they want...this is a huge endeavor, but we believe that we can make it work with the help and outpouring of support from the general public...to see that all soldiers receive quality-made in the USA jerky for their pure enjoyment...
So, with all this website work, I have been pretty crazy...irritable, and just darn right frustrated! Nothing ever works like it should and when you have someone like me trying to figure new concepts out, it is never an easy task! My favorite saying now, is "I am old"-like that will really make a difference! LOL!
But, I just keep trying and soon enough it will all fall into place.
With that I will close for today...remember...hug your children, & say an "extra prayer for America's Super Heroes!"
Head down
eyes open
I love you
The end of March -Original Post 28 March 2007
Well, here we are at the end of another month. Spring has sprung, we have all turned our clocks ahead 1 hour and our loved ones are still off fighting this war on global terrorism.
How did all this start? Did it start that fateful day of September 11, 2001 or was it earlier? Was it with the bombing of the U.S.S. Cole, or with the bombing of the World Trade Center in 1993? Or even before that? Beirut? Tehran? Where did all this start?
Why is it that in these so called modern times man cannot just co exist with man? Why are there always radicals that think only their way is correct and they are out "to get" anyone that thinks differently? I do not understand. But then, I live in the UNITED STATES OF AMERICA! The land of the free, the home of the brave!
And brave they all are. It takes an especially brave young soul to go in a so far away land and fight for what is right. To put their lives on the line every day to keep their "brothers", folks that they have never met-safe from harm. This to me is the meaning of a true hero.
Alot of talk has been said this week of Pat Tillman. I grieve for his loss as many other Americans do. And I know the loss to his mother and the rest of the family is just enormous. I would never attempt to deny them this. I do, however, take offense with the media who, in my opinion, is creating the idea for the American public, that because this young hero gave up a place in the NFL to go and serve his country, that he is more of a hero than any other mother's son who did not give up a football contract. I do not like this attitude and I think it is belittling to the other 3,000 plus families that have lost their sons and daughters. Please, let's keep this in perspective.
This past month I have met some amazing heroes. At the parade we helped with this month, I met three wonderful soldiers-just back home from Iraq. I was so honored to have met them and to think that they took time out of their Saturday to come to the aid of Soldiers Angels. And then the "angels"...these wonderful women and gentlemen, give so much of themselves-to show care and compassion for their true "American Heroes". I believe that each of us, if we look hard enough, can find a true American Hero very close. They are the policeman, the fireman, the mailman, the teacher, the family that crawls into a sewer because they can hear a dog cry...we have heroes all around us.
This past month has been hard as I haven't been able to talk to my hero very often. We went a whole 8 days without hearing from our hero, to know if he was safe and sound. I just prayed and trusted in the Lord that he was okay and thanked God every night that I didn't have that knock at my door. And thankfully they are all okay. Just busy, trying to help the Iraqi's regain safety and comfort in their own homeland.
With that I will close. Please moms and dads, hold your youngsters extra close, say and extra prayer, and to "borrow" a phrase from a very wise young woman, please pray to whichever "supreme being" you worship...to keep "America's Super Heroes" safe from harm.
Good night.
How did all this start? Did it start that fateful day of September 11, 2001 or was it earlier? Was it with the bombing of the U.S.S. Cole, or with the bombing of the World Trade Center in 1993? Or even before that? Beirut? Tehran? Where did all this start?
Why is it that in these so called modern times man cannot just co exist with man? Why are there always radicals that think only their way is correct and they are out "to get" anyone that thinks differently? I do not understand. But then, I live in the UNITED STATES OF AMERICA! The land of the free, the home of the brave!
And brave they all are. It takes an especially brave young soul to go in a so far away land and fight for what is right. To put their lives on the line every day to keep their "brothers", folks that they have never met-safe from harm. This to me is the meaning of a true hero.
Alot of talk has been said this week of Pat Tillman. I grieve for his loss as many other Americans do. And I know the loss to his mother and the rest of the family is just enormous. I would never attempt to deny them this. I do, however, take offense with the media who, in my opinion, is creating the idea for the American public, that because this young hero gave up a place in the NFL to go and serve his country, that he is more of a hero than any other mother's son who did not give up a football contract. I do not like this attitude and I think it is belittling to the other 3,000 plus families that have lost their sons and daughters. Please, let's keep this in perspective.
This past month I have met some amazing heroes. At the parade we helped with this month, I met three wonderful soldiers-just back home from Iraq. I was so honored to have met them and to think that they took time out of their Saturday to come to the aid of Soldiers Angels. And then the "angels"...these wonderful women and gentlemen, give so much of themselves-to show care and compassion for their true "American Heroes". I believe that each of us, if we look hard enough, can find a true American Hero very close. They are the policeman, the fireman, the mailman, the teacher, the family that crawls into a sewer because they can hear a dog cry...we have heroes all around us.
This past month has been hard as I haven't been able to talk to my hero very often. We went a whole 8 days without hearing from our hero, to know if he was safe and sound. I just prayed and trusted in the Lord that he was okay and thanked God every night that I didn't have that knock at my door. And thankfully they are all okay. Just busy, trying to help the Iraqi's regain safety and comfort in their own homeland.
With that I will close. Please moms and dads, hold your youngsters extra close, say and extra prayer, and to "borrow" a phrase from a very wise young woman, please pray to whichever "supreme being" you worship...to keep "America's Super Heroes" safe from harm.
Good night.
The end of March -Original Post 28 March 2007
Well, here we are at the end of another month. Spring has sprung, we have all turned our clocks ahead 1 hour and our loved ones are still off fighting this war on global terrorism.
How did all this start? Did it start that fateful day of September 11, 2001 or was it earlier? Was it with the bombing of the U.S.S. Cole, or with the bombing of the World Trade Center in 1993? Or even before that? Beirut? Tehran? Where did all this start?
Why is it that in these so called modern times man cannot just co exist with man? Why are there always radicals that think only their way is correct and they are out "to get" anyone that thinks differently? I do not understand. But then, I live in the UNITED STATES OF AMERICA! The land of the free, the home of the brave!
And brave they all are. It takes an especially brave young soul to go in a so far away land and fight for what is right. To put their lives on the line every day to keep their "brothers", folks that they have never met-safe from harm. This to me is the meaning of a true hero.
Alot of talk has been said this week of Pat Tillman. I grieve for his loss as many other Americans do. And I know the loss to his mother and the rest of the family is just enormous. I would never attempt to deny them this. I do, however, take offense with the media who, in my opinion, is creating the idea for the American public, that because this young hero gave up a place in the NFL to go and serve his country, that he is more of a hero than any other mother's son who did not give up a football contract. I do not like this attitude and I think it is belittling to the other 3,000 plus families that have lost their sons and daughters. Please, let's keep this in perspective.
This past month I have met some amazing heroes. At the parade we helped with this month, I met three wonderful soldiers-just back home from Iraq. I was so honored to have met them and to think that they took time out of their Saturday to come to the aid of Soldiers Angels. And then the "angels"...these wonderful women and gentlemen, give so much of themselves-to show care and compassion for their true "American Heroes". I believe that each of us, if we look hard enough, can find a true American Hero very close. They are the policeman, the fireman, the mailman, the teacher, the family that crawls into a sewer because they can hear a dog cry...we have heroes all around us.
This past month has been hard as I haven't been able to talk to my hero very often. We went a whole 8 days without hearing from our hero, to know if he was safe and sound. I just prayed and trusted in the Lord that he was okay and thanked God every night that I didn't have that knock at my door. And thankfully they are all okay. Just busy, trying to help the Iraqi's regain safety and comfort in their own homeland.
With that I will close. Please moms and dads, hold your youngsters extra close, say and extra prayer, and to "borrow" a phrase from a very wise young woman, please pray to whichever "supreme being" you worship...to keep "America's Super Heroes" safe from harm.
Good night.
How did all this start? Did it start that fateful day of September 11, 2001 or was it earlier? Was it with the bombing of the U.S.S. Cole, or with the bombing of the World Trade Center in 1993? Or even before that? Beirut? Tehran? Where did all this start?
Why is it that in these so called modern times man cannot just co exist with man? Why are there always radicals that think only their way is correct and they are out "to get" anyone that thinks differently? I do not understand. But then, I live in the UNITED STATES OF AMERICA! The land of the free, the home of the brave!
And brave they all are. It takes an especially brave young soul to go in a so far away land and fight for what is right. To put their lives on the line every day to keep their "brothers", folks that they have never met-safe from harm. This to me is the meaning of a true hero.
Alot of talk has been said this week of Pat Tillman. I grieve for his loss as many other Americans do. And I know the loss to his mother and the rest of the family is just enormous. I would never attempt to deny them this. I do, however, take offense with the media who, in my opinion, is creating the idea for the American public, that because this young hero gave up a place in the NFL to go and serve his country, that he is more of a hero than any other mother's son who did not give up a football contract. I do not like this attitude and I think it is belittling to the other 3,000 plus families that have lost their sons and daughters. Please, let's keep this in perspective.
This past month I have met some amazing heroes. At the parade we helped with this month, I met three wonderful soldiers-just back home from Iraq. I was so honored to have met them and to think that they took time out of their Saturday to come to the aid of Soldiers Angels. And then the "angels"...these wonderful women and gentlemen, give so much of themselves-to show care and compassion for their true "American Heroes". I believe that each of us, if we look hard enough, can find a true American Hero very close. They are the policeman, the fireman, the mailman, the teacher, the family that crawls into a sewer because they can hear a dog cry...we have heroes all around us.
This past month has been hard as I haven't been able to talk to my hero very often. We went a whole 8 days without hearing from our hero, to know if he was safe and sound. I just prayed and trusted in the Lord that he was okay and thanked God every night that I didn't have that knock at my door. And thankfully they are all okay. Just busy, trying to help the Iraqi's regain safety and comfort in their own homeland.
With that I will close. Please moms and dads, hold your youngsters extra close, say and extra prayer, and to "borrow" a phrase from a very wise young woman, please pray to whichever "supreme being" you worship...to keep "America's Super Heroes" safe from harm.
Good night.
It has been so long since I posted... - Original Post 10 March 2007
I am so embarrassed. I hadn't realized how long it had been since I had written. So much has happened in the last month, I don't even know where to start!
I am still working on my bomb reflective canopy project...not making much headway, but I still would like to pursue this...Derek, thankfully is fine. The internet went out in the fob-that is why he "disappeared" during my last post...
Good news is....they moved to a different fob. They are still MP's in Baghdad, but they have concrete roofs over their heads, so it is harder for the bombs to get to them while they sleep. I actually got to talk to my soldier this week. He sounded so much better!..almost happy! I said are you doing ok? He said yes, MOM, I am much better. I can sleep at night. He said I have been really angry, but I am better now. I said I am so glad that you are better...I almost cried...the thing is...my soldier can't stand to see his momma cry...so this momma has to be really brave...then cry afterwords...I am sure many can relate to this. Derek went on to say that he might speak with a Combat Stress Counselor. He said he would if he can find the time. I said you need to make the time...(with my momma tone)...he said I know mom...I will if I can...but I WILL NOT ask someone else take my place on a mission...and risk that they are injured or killed instead of me! Now, doesn't that make you want to just cry your eyes out! I can't tell you how proud, scared, joyous and in awe I am at most times when talking with my son. I have watched this little bundle of joy grow into this wonderful, caring human being...when it came time for God to give out blessings..he gave me two...my son and my daughter. They are both just wonderful, caring human beings....I am so proud of them it hurts! Ah....
We have been busy here on the homefront. I am beginning to get more involved with volunteering to support our soldiers. I have designed a "magnet" for the Patriot Guard, (it will soon be listed on our website, www.dyesubprints.com . We have also assisted the local Soldiers Angels group with a float in a local parade. This group of men and women are just so awesome! Patty Patton, Great Niece to General Patton developed this program to support our troops. The website is www.soldiersangels.org Here, families can "submit a soldier". When a soldier is submitted, they are added to a list of thousands of other soldiers, sailors, airmen and Marines. Along with this, a soldier can be "adopted". Individuals, groups, companies, corporations can "adopt" a soldier or a unit, etc. It is very simple, but means so much to our troops. Our son received at Christmas, I think he said, 38 care packages from "angels" all across the country. In addition to this, he received hundreds of Christmas cards...some came in huge envelopes-like from a church congregation or a school...he also received correspondence from a family in Australia and a family in Canada. He was just in awe. He said he had so much, he could never begin to get through it all, so he "shared" it with his Platoon. He "made" a table out of some scrap plywood and cardboard boxes, and filled the table with his gifts. I think they are still enjoying some of those gifts. But, it made him feel so special that folks he didn't know would do this for him...he just couldn't believe it...
Today, in the parade, we used his truck to pull the Soldiers Angels float. This group was just in awe of him..and the fact that it was such a nice truck! It just brought the true meaning of what they do and why they do it home...and none of the "angels" I met today, had a service member in their family...it was mostly just everyday folks...trying to do their part...and their part is so appreciated...so, my husband and I were so in awe of them, and they were so in awe of Derek and Derek's parents. It was like everyone knew about Derek-then they "met Derek's parents". we said we should call it "Meet the Parents".!
Our other volunteer adventure is that we (meaning me) will be the Kansas City Regional Coordinator for Operation Homefront. I contacted this organization after seeing the PSA's on television during the holidays featuring Sen. John McCain. (Sen. McCain is my sons' hero)..this organization is there to lend a hand to the families back home, to help ease the burden. With everything that goes on, most of us are ready to support the troops, but we forget about the families...this is for the families. They help with car repair, applaince repair, child care if the caregiver becomes ill, groceries if need be, rent, etc...the help is done on a if requested, as needed basis. It mostly is for the younger servicemembers families...they don't have much money to spready around...so, I am just beginning to try and get my head around that one...I was almost afraid to tell my husband what I was up to next...LOL!
With all this, we are also opening up a second web store, for gift baskets. You can find it at www.lovebaskets4u.com Here we will be offering numerous gift baskets but plan to cater to "soldier care" baskets and "back at home care" baskets. We will also be target marketing the real estate market with our "Welcome to Your New home Baskets". Feel free to take a look, it isn't quite done, but please check back often...we plan to have this fully operational by the end of March.
With that I will close. I pray that all our troops will be home soon, safe and free from harm.
Head down, eyes open, I love you.
I am still working on my bomb reflective canopy project...not making much headway, but I still would like to pursue this...Derek, thankfully is fine. The internet went out in the fob-that is why he "disappeared" during my last post...
Good news is....they moved to a different fob. They are still MP's in Baghdad, but they have concrete roofs over their heads, so it is harder for the bombs to get to them while they sleep. I actually got to talk to my soldier this week. He sounded so much better!..almost happy! I said are you doing ok? He said yes, MOM, I am much better. I can sleep at night. He said I have been really angry, but I am better now. I said I am so glad that you are better...I almost cried...the thing is...my soldier can't stand to see his momma cry...so this momma has to be really brave...then cry afterwords...I am sure many can relate to this. Derek went on to say that he might speak with a Combat Stress Counselor. He said he would if he can find the time. I said you need to make the time...(with my momma tone)...he said I know mom...I will if I can...but I WILL NOT ask someone else take my place on a mission...and risk that they are injured or killed instead of me! Now, doesn't that make you want to just cry your eyes out! I can't tell you how proud, scared, joyous and in awe I am at most times when talking with my son. I have watched this little bundle of joy grow into this wonderful, caring human being...when it came time for God to give out blessings..he gave me two...my son and my daughter. They are both just wonderful, caring human beings....I am so proud of them it hurts! Ah....
We have been busy here on the homefront. I am beginning to get more involved with volunteering to support our soldiers. I have designed a "magnet" for the Patriot Guard, (it will soon be listed on our website, www.dyesubprints.com . We have also assisted the local Soldiers Angels group with a float in a local parade. This group of men and women are just so awesome! Patty Patton, Great Niece to General Patton developed this program to support our troops. The website is www.soldiersangels.org Here, families can "submit a soldier". When a soldier is submitted, they are added to a list of thousands of other soldiers, sailors, airmen and Marines. Along with this, a soldier can be "adopted". Individuals, groups, companies, corporations can "adopt" a soldier or a unit, etc. It is very simple, but means so much to our troops. Our son received at Christmas, I think he said, 38 care packages from "angels" all across the country. In addition to this, he received hundreds of Christmas cards...some came in huge envelopes-like from a church congregation or a school...he also received correspondence from a family in Australia and a family in Canada. He was just in awe. He said he had so much, he could never begin to get through it all, so he "shared" it with his Platoon. He "made" a table out of some scrap plywood and cardboard boxes, and filled the table with his gifts. I think they are still enjoying some of those gifts. But, it made him feel so special that folks he didn't know would do this for him...he just couldn't believe it...
Today, in the parade, we used his truck to pull the Soldiers Angels float. This group was just in awe of him..and the fact that it was such a nice truck! It just brought the true meaning of what they do and why they do it home...and none of the "angels" I met today, had a service member in their family...it was mostly just everyday folks...trying to do their part...and their part is so appreciated...so, my husband and I were so in awe of them, and they were so in awe of Derek and Derek's parents. It was like everyone knew about Derek-then they "met Derek's parents". we said we should call it "Meet the Parents".!
Our other volunteer adventure is that we (meaning me) will be the Kansas City Regional Coordinator for Operation Homefront. I contacted this organization after seeing the PSA's on television during the holidays featuring Sen. John McCain. (Sen. McCain is my sons' hero)..this organization is there to lend a hand to the families back home, to help ease the burden. With everything that goes on, most of us are ready to support the troops, but we forget about the families...this is for the families. They help with car repair, applaince repair, child care if the caregiver becomes ill, groceries if need be, rent, etc...the help is done on a if requested, as needed basis. It mostly is for the younger servicemembers families...they don't have much money to spready around...so, I am just beginning to try and get my head around that one...I was almost afraid to tell my husband what I was up to next...LOL!
With all this, we are also opening up a second web store, for gift baskets. You can find it at www.lovebaskets4u.com Here we will be offering numerous gift baskets but plan to cater to "soldier care" baskets and "back at home care" baskets. We will also be target marketing the real estate market with our "Welcome to Your New home Baskets". Feel free to take a look, it isn't quite done, but please check back often...we plan to have this fully operational by the end of March.
With that I will close. I pray that all our troops will be home soon, safe and free from harm.
Head down, eyes open, I love you.
Another Day of Worry-Original Post 04 February 2007
Today is Saturday. Our sons 26th birthday was yesterday. It was bittersweet. I talked with him on IM Friday a.m. (Friday night his time). We didn't get to talk to long. He had had a long day and was waiting for a room inspection. He had to leave for a time while they conducted the inspection then he was back talking with me. He hadn't had time to check his mail-so he didn't have the DOZENS of cookies my mom and I made for him. I asked him if anyone had said "Happy Birthday". He said no. I asked why, didn't they celebrate birthdays? He said they do if you tell them. He didn't want to tell them because of the pranks they pull on the birthday boy or girl. I did send an email to friends and family asking if they would send him an e card or at least send him an email saying "Happy Birthday". He did say he had received lots of birthday wishes through email.
My son then said, Mom, I have to go, I have to go now. But I will be back on later...I WILL BE BACK ON! I said ok. I closed with my "Head Down, Eyes Open, I Love YOU....Happy Birthday and I haven't heard from him since. This worries me somewhat...we were going to call him for his birthday...I was waiting so his dad could talk to him...but we didn't hear anything...Makes a momma worry...
My hope is that they are on a com blackout. The Apache that crashed on Friday, may have caused a blackout of internet and phone calls till the families were notified. I pray that their base wasn't attacked again. This is a daily occurance. And they don't have just 1 rocket shot at them-them come in numbers, sometimes big numbers. So, they may only have one incident-but that incident could have been 4, 5, 6, 12 rockets.
One of my best friends son is a Black Hawk pilot. He just got to Iraq the first of November. We are so worried about him also and each time a chopper goes down...we worry that it might be him. My friend said this is so hard....I said I know...Just keep the faith. I again told her that every night when I go to bed, I thank God for having not sent the Casualty Affairs Officer to my door, and I pray that it won't happen tomorrow. I pray that it won't happen for any parent or spouse who is in this horrible, horrible life crisis. Each time I hear that another brave young soul has been lost, I feel guilty...I am rejoicing that it is not my son, but then I realize it is some other mother's son or daughter...
Enough of that...Tomorrow we are going to Sedalia, Missouri which is about 90 miles from our home. There is a benefit concert for a soldier injured in Iraq. He was hit by an IED and is paralyzed from the waist down. He has a young daughter, only 5 months old. So tragic...The 21st Masonic District in Missouri has put this together. Some of the great entertainers from Branson, Missouri are going to play and there will be a video clip of Gary "Lt. Dan" Sinise for this young man. We are going to show support for this soldier and his family-and to help them raise a little money...If you are interested in donating the website is: http://www.sgtbryanprice.org/index.htm I am looking forward to hearing some good performers!
That is about it for today. I plan on making phone calls on Monday regarding our Bomb Reflective Canopies. This needs to be done ASAP. Our soldiers need to be safe in their beds...
Thank you. Have a wonderful evening...
Head down...Eyes Open...I love you.
My son then said, Mom, I have to go, I have to go now. But I will be back on later...I WILL BE BACK ON! I said ok. I closed with my "Head Down, Eyes Open, I Love YOU....Happy Birthday and I haven't heard from him since. This worries me somewhat...we were going to call him for his birthday...I was waiting so his dad could talk to him...but we didn't hear anything...Makes a momma worry...
My hope is that they are on a com blackout. The Apache that crashed on Friday, may have caused a blackout of internet and phone calls till the families were notified. I pray that their base wasn't attacked again. This is a daily occurance. And they don't have just 1 rocket shot at them-them come in numbers, sometimes big numbers. So, they may only have one incident-but that incident could have been 4, 5, 6, 12 rockets.
One of my best friends son is a Black Hawk pilot. He just got to Iraq the first of November. We are so worried about him also and each time a chopper goes down...we worry that it might be him. My friend said this is so hard....I said I know...Just keep the faith. I again told her that every night when I go to bed, I thank God for having not sent the Casualty Affairs Officer to my door, and I pray that it won't happen tomorrow. I pray that it won't happen for any parent or spouse who is in this horrible, horrible life crisis. Each time I hear that another brave young soul has been lost, I feel guilty...I am rejoicing that it is not my son, but then I realize it is some other mother's son or daughter...
Enough of that...Tomorrow we are going to Sedalia, Missouri which is about 90 miles from our home. There is a benefit concert for a soldier injured in Iraq. He was hit by an IED and is paralyzed from the waist down. He has a young daughter, only 5 months old. So tragic...The 21st Masonic District in Missouri has put this together. Some of the great entertainers from Branson, Missouri are going to play and there will be a video clip of Gary "Lt. Dan" Sinise for this young man. We are going to show support for this soldier and his family-and to help them raise a little money...If you are interested in donating the website is: http://www.sgtbryanprice.org/index.htm I am looking forward to hearing some good performers!
That is about it for today. I plan on making phone calls on Monday regarding our Bomb Reflective Canopies. This needs to be done ASAP. Our soldiers need to be safe in their beds...
Thank you. Have a wonderful evening...
Head down...Eyes Open...I love you.
Rocket Deflecting Canopies for our F. O. B.-Original Post 29 January 2007
Today I sent the following letter to both our local news in Kansas City and Good Morning America on ABC. It has also been submitted to local news and newspapers in South Carolina and to a local Blue Star Mothers Group by one of our moms in our company. Your help is needed. We need to get this out to every news outlet! They need to see this! We want our soldiers home safe!
I have watched your recent reports by Chris Cuomo in Baghdad. I am so thankful he and his crew are well. I truly appreciate the comments made on behalf of our M.Ps. I too am in awe of their professionalism in a difficult situation. My son is one of these M.Ps.
My son is stationed at Camp Rustimiyah in Baghdad. This f.o.b. is shelled by rockets more than any other f.o.b. in Baghdad. The barracks roofs on this f.o.b. are made of tin. There is no protection for our troops while they sleep, eat, or try to relax. There is no relaxation on this fob. They need a reflective canopy.
Fox news reporter Steve Harrigan last November came to Camp Rustimyah and reported on how dangerous it was and how he and his cameraman were scared because of the shelling. They could not see how soldiers could get any peace. Read the report here:
http://www.foxnews.com/story/0,2933,228205,00.html
One soldier has already died on 09Sept2006 when a Katyshua rocket (supplied by Iran) came through the roof into a soldiers room. One died, one was critically injured and 6 others suffered injuries of varying degrees. I have also learned that there have been more deaths as a result of the mortar attacks, however, they are not American personnel.
Camp Liberty-a huge base in Baghdad is receiving a million dollar canopy over their PX. They have not been shelled in over 2 years.
Camp rustimiyah is the home of several MP Companies. These soldiers are in the heart of Baghdad, working tirelessly day after day. They deserve to be able to come "home" at the end of a long day and not to have to worry about rockets coming through the roof into their beds at night.
These soldiers have to wear the protective gear in their rooms, and any time they exit the barracks-even to go to the bathroom or to take a shower. They get no rest or relaxation.
My son serves in a unit at f.o.b. Rustimiyah. When we are "talking" through Instant Messaging-he "goes away" two or three times each session-running for the bunker because of "incoming". This is a daily event. They are shelled at least once daily.
Please help me get the word out that the rocket repelling canopies need to be installed first to the f.o.b.'s that are being shelled-then to the ones that are not. I do not understand our government and the way they think. Is money (in lost inventory-supplied by Haliburton) more important than the lives of our soldiers?
Thank you. I can provide more information if needed. I want my son and every other mother's son or daughter safe from harm.
I have watched your recent reports by Chris Cuomo in Baghdad. I am so thankful he and his crew are well. I truly appreciate the comments made on behalf of our M.Ps. I too am in awe of their professionalism in a difficult situation. My son is one of these M.Ps.
My son is stationed at Camp Rustimiyah in Baghdad. This f.o.b. is shelled by rockets more than any other f.o.b. in Baghdad. The barracks roofs on this f.o.b. are made of tin. There is no protection for our troops while they sleep, eat, or try to relax. There is no relaxation on this fob. They need a reflective canopy.
Fox news reporter Steve Harrigan last November came to Camp Rustimyah and reported on how dangerous it was and how he and his cameraman were scared because of the shelling. They could not see how soldiers could get any peace. Read the report here:
http://www.foxnews.com/story/0,2933,228205,00.html
One soldier has already died on 09Sept2006 when a Katyshua rocket (supplied by Iran) came through the roof into a soldiers room. One died, one was critically injured and 6 others suffered injuries of varying degrees. I have also learned that there have been more deaths as a result of the mortar attacks, however, they are not American personnel.
Camp Liberty-a huge base in Baghdad is receiving a million dollar canopy over their PX. They have not been shelled in over 2 years.
Camp rustimiyah is the home of several MP Companies. These soldiers are in the heart of Baghdad, working tirelessly day after day. They deserve to be able to come "home" at the end of a long day and not to have to worry about rockets coming through the roof into their beds at night.
These soldiers have to wear the protective gear in their rooms, and any time they exit the barracks-even to go to the bathroom or to take a shower. They get no rest or relaxation.
My son serves in a unit at f.o.b. Rustimiyah. When we are "talking" through Instant Messaging-he "goes away" two or three times each session-running for the bunker because of "incoming". This is a daily event. They are shelled at least once daily.
Please help me get the word out that the rocket repelling canopies need to be installed first to the f.o.b.'s that are being shelled-then to the ones that are not. I do not understand our government and the way they think. Is money (in lost inventory-supplied by Haliburton) more important than the lives of our soldiers?
Thank you. I can provide more information if needed. I want my son and every other mother's son or daughter safe from harm.
Thank you my darling son! Original Post 26 January 2007
Welcome folks! Come up on my porch and sit a spell. It has been awhile now since we have done this!
This past week was pretty amazing and fearful all at the same time. For those who don't know, Friday, January 26 is my birthday. Not really a big deal (I have had many), but this year was especially bittersweet. My darling son, sent me-flowers. He remembered my birthday. Not only did I get flowers (a flower birthday cake), but a big teddy bear and a Happy Birthday balloon! This from the boy who wouldn't even tell me Happy Birthday when my birthday rolled around! Boy, they do grow up!
What makes this extra special to me, is that in the hell that he is in, the constant fear of attack, of battling insurgents, of securing crash sites, all the duties that are that of an MP in Baghdad, my son remembered my birthday and sent me flowers. I cried when the delivery man got here. I bet he thought what is going on!
And the card that he wrote-it must have really got to the ladies at the florist-it read: Mom, Happy Birthday, even though I'm on the other side of the world, I still think of you. I love you. I'll be home soon, but until then try not to worry too much. Derek, your baby boy in Iraq.
What a tear jerker! I cried when I read it and I cried when I went to bed. I told my son that I hug his bear and pretend I am hugging him. Boy is he getting squished alot!
Friday was a scary day for this old mom. Derek was online and we were "talking" as we do, and suddenly he wasn't there. Was it an "incoming", did his internet kick off-what. 30 minutes passed and he wasn't back on. By now, i am getting panicky. I am thinking the worst of course. I was fearful that since it was my birthday, something bad was happening. Keep in mind, the last time this happened for this length of time, was the day we lost our dear soldier when their barracks was bombed. This was before the flowers arrived. I was pacing the floor-listening to the news and praying like I never prayed before. The phone rang...I said hello...and then silence...I was hoping beyond hope that it was him and that he was okay. I hear this mom...I gasp for air...Derek-Derek-are you okay? Yes, mom. Internet crapped out again. I said thank god. I was so afraid...he said i knew you would be. I am fine, everyone is fine...just the damn internet....
why can't they seem to get internet that works? They have to pay high prices for it, and it doesn't work most of the time, and when it does-the bandwidth is horrible. We bought web cams and headsets so we could see and hear each other, but the band width is so horrible, we can't use them.
I was never so glad to hear his voice. I was so afraid that someone else's son or daughter had been harmed. But not this time....
The MP's have seen a lot of violence this past week. They continue, however, to do their duty with pride and a show of professionalism. The story Chris Cuomo from Good Morning America regarding the attack he suffered while on patrol with the MP's says a lot for what my son is doing. My son was not with Cuomo when this happened, but it helps us to understand what they are going through.
I have added new products to the website this week. The latest additions are caps-these are embroidered low profile caps-embroidered with the crest of the Branch of Service-and the letter Proud Dad...Proud Grandpa...etc. The second cap shows the logo of the Branch of Service with Proud Dad...etc on either side of the logo. I designed these myself, and look forward to seeing them worn with pride! A second item we are adding to our site is gift baskets. We will offer them for the holidays, however, we will also focus on the troops as well. Check back to updates to the gift baskets!
I will close for now. I pray for peace and the safe return of all our sons & daughters in harm's way.
God Bless America!
"Lous Mom"
This past week was pretty amazing and fearful all at the same time. For those who don't know, Friday, January 26 is my birthday. Not really a big deal (I have had many), but this year was especially bittersweet. My darling son, sent me-flowers. He remembered my birthday. Not only did I get flowers (a flower birthday cake), but a big teddy bear and a Happy Birthday balloon! This from the boy who wouldn't even tell me Happy Birthday when my birthday rolled around! Boy, they do grow up!
What makes this extra special to me, is that in the hell that he is in, the constant fear of attack, of battling insurgents, of securing crash sites, all the duties that are that of an MP in Baghdad, my son remembered my birthday and sent me flowers. I cried when the delivery man got here. I bet he thought what is going on!
And the card that he wrote-it must have really got to the ladies at the florist-it read: Mom, Happy Birthday, even though I'm on the other side of the world, I still think of you. I love you. I'll be home soon, but until then try not to worry too much. Derek, your baby boy in Iraq.
What a tear jerker! I cried when I read it and I cried when I went to bed. I told my son that I hug his bear and pretend I am hugging him. Boy is he getting squished alot!
Friday was a scary day for this old mom. Derek was online and we were "talking" as we do, and suddenly he wasn't there. Was it an "incoming", did his internet kick off-what. 30 minutes passed and he wasn't back on. By now, i am getting panicky. I am thinking the worst of course. I was fearful that since it was my birthday, something bad was happening. Keep in mind, the last time this happened for this length of time, was the day we lost our dear soldier when their barracks was bombed. This was before the flowers arrived. I was pacing the floor-listening to the news and praying like I never prayed before. The phone rang...I said hello...and then silence...I was hoping beyond hope that it was him and that he was okay. I hear this mom...I gasp for air...Derek-Derek-are you okay? Yes, mom. Internet crapped out again. I said thank god. I was so afraid...he said i knew you would be. I am fine, everyone is fine...just the damn internet....
why can't they seem to get internet that works? They have to pay high prices for it, and it doesn't work most of the time, and when it does-the bandwidth is horrible. We bought web cams and headsets so we could see and hear each other, but the band width is so horrible, we can't use them.
I was never so glad to hear his voice. I was so afraid that someone else's son or daughter had been harmed. But not this time....
The MP's have seen a lot of violence this past week. They continue, however, to do their duty with pride and a show of professionalism. The story Chris Cuomo from Good Morning America regarding the attack he suffered while on patrol with the MP's says a lot for what my son is doing. My son was not with Cuomo when this happened, but it helps us to understand what they are going through.
I have added new products to the website this week. The latest additions are caps-these are embroidered low profile caps-embroidered with the crest of the Branch of Service-and the letter Proud Dad...Proud Grandpa...etc. The second cap shows the logo of the Branch of Service with Proud Dad...etc on either side of the logo. I designed these myself, and look forward to seeing them worn with pride! A second item we are adding to our site is gift baskets. We will offer them for the holidays, however, we will also focus on the troops as well. Check back to updates to the gift baskets!
I will close for now. I pray for peace and the safe return of all our sons & daughters in harm's way.
God Bless America!
"Lous Mom"
Cold in the Midwest! Original Post 17 January 2007
Hi, it has been a few days since I have posted. The cold and the ice started on Friday. I didn't think it was ever going to stop! We are lucky, however, we aren't one of the thousands without power in this frigid weather! I feel for those who have no power-we have gone through that a couple of times-and it isn't fun. I like to camp-but not cold weather camp!
We have talked with our son a couple of times. He has been really busy-so we don't get to talk to him as much as usual. I am okay for a couple of days, but that third day I am getting a little concerned, and by the 4th, I am pacing the floor! Technology is wonderful-and we have it so much easier than our foremothers did-but it is so hard to not hear from him. Then I just have to stop and think-there are no knocks at your door, so just chill...
Derek reports that the soldiers in his company are all fine and working hard. We haven't had anyone injured since Thanksgiving-so that is good. PFC Calabro that was injured Thanksgiving weekend is doing well. He was home for Christmas and is now back at Walter Reed Medical Center. He has to have another eye surgery and will have a companion dog. As it turns out, he has lost the sight in his right eye...but he is alive-and that was the worst of his injuries. His arm is healing well and he is now doing therapy for it.
I don't have any more to report. Been a slow couple of weeks. Derek's sister Tracy is well and her new puppy is learning to use the puppy pads. She calls him my grandson. And he sure is a cutey! It is so good to see her so happy and in love! She is now engaged and we like her fiance very much. He fits in to our "brood" quite well!
I will close for now. Please remember to keep all our troops in your prayers. They are appreciated very much, I know. We keep telling our son that there are folks praying for him that he doesn't know, that we don't even know. We all find great comfort in that...
So, till next time......head down....eyes open...I love you.
We have talked with our son a couple of times. He has been really busy-so we don't get to talk to him as much as usual. I am okay for a couple of days, but that third day I am getting a little concerned, and by the 4th, I am pacing the floor! Technology is wonderful-and we have it so much easier than our foremothers did-but it is so hard to not hear from him. Then I just have to stop and think-there are no knocks at your door, so just chill...
Derek reports that the soldiers in his company are all fine and working hard. We haven't had anyone injured since Thanksgiving-so that is good. PFC Calabro that was injured Thanksgiving weekend is doing well. He was home for Christmas and is now back at Walter Reed Medical Center. He has to have another eye surgery and will have a companion dog. As it turns out, he has lost the sight in his right eye...but he is alive-and that was the worst of his injuries. His arm is healing well and he is now doing therapy for it.
I don't have any more to report. Been a slow couple of weeks. Derek's sister Tracy is well and her new puppy is learning to use the puppy pads. She calls him my grandson. And he sure is a cutey! It is so good to see her so happy and in love! She is now engaged and we like her fiance very much. He fits in to our "brood" quite well!
I will close for now. Please remember to keep all our troops in your prayers. They are appreciated very much, I know. We keep telling our son that there are folks praying for him that he doesn't know, that we don't even know. We all find great comfort in that...
So, till next time......head down....eyes open...I love you.
Welcome 2007! Original Post 03 January 2007
Well, the New Year has arrived. With it the promise of peace and joy abound. We closed the office for the last week. We were so exhausted after trying so hard to get every ones orders delivered in time-we just needed a break!
I placed a call to Derek Christmas Eve on his Iraqi cell phone. To my astonishment-he answered! It was so good to hear his voice-even if I did wake him up. It was Christmas morning for him-and I got to be the first to wish him Merry Christmas! Momma cried after that one! We had talked to him during the day on Sunday. Their unit commanders and staff took over the duties of the soldiers for the weekend-their present to the soldiers for a job well done. They spent their time delivering presents that were sent from back home-playing "santa"-and just being jolly! I understand that their was an awesome Spades tournament going on!
I want to personally thank anyone and everyone who sent packages/cards/letters to the troops this year. It doesn't matter to me to whom they were sent-I know how much it meant to "my soldier" to receive these packages. He received a lot from the members of "soldiers angels". I registered him in October and the response was simply overwhelming! He had contacts from as far away as Australia and Canada-as well as MANY from the US. Please know that this brought my soldier and his buddies much comfort. Derek is trying to personally contact each and every person who sent something by email (those that included email addresses). I told him that I was sure that folks didn't expect a "thank you", but he said he wanted to. It is just taking him some time to do it. But, perhaps this will keep him "busy" for the rest of his deployment.
We made it through the holidays okay. We didn't get too depressed. Decided that isn't what Derek would have wanted, so we tried our best. We went to my moms for Christmas Day. I had arranged with Derek that I would call him at 3 p.m. our time (12 midnight his). this was a surprise for our family-each and every one of them got to talk to him. There were tears being said-jokes being told-and it was good. Some comfort for the family since he couldn't be with us.
We have had numerous obstacles with our new printer. It is now again "fixed" and we are in the process of finishing the orders that were still hanging from "before Christmas".
I will close now. But before I do, I was concerned about our soldier that was injured Thanksgiving weekend. I hadn't talked with his mom for almost two weeks. I called their home Christmas Eve, in the hopes that they would be home from Walter Reed Army Medical Center-and Troy himself answered! I was so excited! He sounded good. I was im'ing with Derek at the time, so I was able to act as the go between for the two of them. Their local news did an interview with him. It can be found at: http://cbs2chicago.com/video/?id=28708@wbbm.dayport.com
Thank you. God Bless! Happy New Year
I placed a call to Derek Christmas Eve on his Iraqi cell phone. To my astonishment-he answered! It was so good to hear his voice-even if I did wake him up. It was Christmas morning for him-and I got to be the first to wish him Merry Christmas! Momma cried after that one! We had talked to him during the day on Sunday. Their unit commanders and staff took over the duties of the soldiers for the weekend-their present to the soldiers for a job well done. They spent their time delivering presents that were sent from back home-playing "santa"-and just being jolly! I understand that their was an awesome Spades tournament going on!
I want to personally thank anyone and everyone who sent packages/cards/letters to the troops this year. It doesn't matter to me to whom they were sent-I know how much it meant to "my soldier" to receive these packages. He received a lot from the members of "soldiers angels". I registered him in October and the response was simply overwhelming! He had contacts from as far away as Australia and Canada-as well as MANY from the US. Please know that this brought my soldier and his buddies much comfort. Derek is trying to personally contact each and every person who sent something by email (those that included email addresses). I told him that I was sure that folks didn't expect a "thank you", but he said he wanted to. It is just taking him some time to do it. But, perhaps this will keep him "busy" for the rest of his deployment.
We made it through the holidays okay. We didn't get too depressed. Decided that isn't what Derek would have wanted, so we tried our best. We went to my moms for Christmas Day. I had arranged with Derek that I would call him at 3 p.m. our time (12 midnight his). this was a surprise for our family-each and every one of them got to talk to him. There were tears being said-jokes being told-and it was good. Some comfort for the family since he couldn't be with us.
We have had numerous obstacles with our new printer. It is now again "fixed" and we are in the process of finishing the orders that were still hanging from "before Christmas".
I will close now. But before I do, I was concerned about our soldier that was injured Thanksgiving weekend. I hadn't talked with his mom for almost two weeks. I called their home Christmas Eve, in the hopes that they would be home from Walter Reed Army Medical Center-and Troy himself answered! I was so excited! He sounded good. I was im'ing with Derek at the time, so I was able to act as the go between for the two of them. Their local news did an interview with him. It can be found at: http://cbs2chicago.com/video/?id=28708@wbbm.dayport.com
Thank you. God Bless! Happy New Year
Merry Christmas! Original Post 24 December 2006
Today is Christmas Eve! The last week has been just a blur...We worked very hard to get all our customers orders out in time for Christmas! We heard a couple of times from Derek. He sounded tired. Said they had been working alot of 12 to 14 hour days. They had more injured this week. One severely. Will the killing ever stop?
We have not heard from him since Wednesday. That makes us very uneasy. This is now Sunday. Dave made mention that perhaps they are keeping them busy so they won't think about the holidays and what they are missing back home. Maybe that is true....just wish we would get some word. This is always a worry.
I finally took time and finished my shopping. (What little of it there was to do). We aren't doing much for Christmas this year. Kind of hard to get into the spirt of the whole thing with this almost constant fear and worry over us. As far as I am concerned, we could just pass on it this year and i would be fine. We still have our daughter and her fiance to think about. They are having us for Christmas Eve dinner tonight. She just purchased and moved into her first home last spring, and she wants to start the tradition of having Christmas Eve dinner for us. I told her I was ready to pass the spoon. I have had this dinner for the last 27 years! Inviting friends and family. I called it-the rush is over-sit down, rest, and remember what the season is really all about. And if it isn't done by now, it just isn't going to happen!
I haven't baked one loaf of fruit bread or made 1 batch of fudge. Simply haven't had the time, energy or desire this year. We don't even have a christmas tree up! We have a few decorations scattered about. But just think, come January 1 when we traditionally put away all those decorations, we won't have much to do!
I think I have been depressing enough at this point. I have presents to wrap and a kitchen to clean. As you gather your family for your Holiday festivities-please remember that we have soldiers, sailors, marines and air men a long way from home, protecting our rights-including the right to worship as we choose-or to not worship at all! Even as much as we miss them here at home-the lonliness and emptiness they feel right now is so much greater than even they will want to admit to. Please say a prayer for them and hug your children tight.
We have not heard from him since Wednesday. That makes us very uneasy. This is now Sunday. Dave made mention that perhaps they are keeping them busy so they won't think about the holidays and what they are missing back home. Maybe that is true....just wish we would get some word. This is always a worry.
I finally took time and finished my shopping. (What little of it there was to do). We aren't doing much for Christmas this year. Kind of hard to get into the spirt of the whole thing with this almost constant fear and worry over us. As far as I am concerned, we could just pass on it this year and i would be fine. We still have our daughter and her fiance to think about. They are having us for Christmas Eve dinner tonight. She just purchased and moved into her first home last spring, and she wants to start the tradition of having Christmas Eve dinner for us. I told her I was ready to pass the spoon. I have had this dinner for the last 27 years! Inviting friends and family. I called it-the rush is over-sit down, rest, and remember what the season is really all about. And if it isn't done by now, it just isn't going to happen!
I haven't baked one loaf of fruit bread or made 1 batch of fudge. Simply haven't had the time, energy or desire this year. We don't even have a christmas tree up! We have a few decorations scattered about. But just think, come January 1 when we traditionally put away all those decorations, we won't have much to do!
I think I have been depressing enough at this point. I have presents to wrap and a kitchen to clean. As you gather your family for your Holiday festivities-please remember that we have soldiers, sailors, marines and air men a long way from home, protecting our rights-including the right to worship as we choose-or to not worship at all! Even as much as we miss them here at home-the lonliness and emptiness they feel right now is so much greater than even they will want to admit to. Please say a prayer for them and hug your children tight.
Been so long! Original Post 16 December 2006
I just noticed how long it has been since my last post! Life has just been crazy! What happened first? My wonderful new printer went on the fritz! I spent very long days working with tech support on the issues, and they finally(!) decided to send me a new one! Then it was a week before it arrived! Not to mention the time picking it up at Yellow Freight, installing it, getting everything in working order again, etc. What a nightmare!
Then my beloved aunt died. I grieve with my cousins (her kids). Losing a parent must be really hard, and my cousins have now lost both their parents. And so hard with the holidays so close.
Then I got the flu! Really bad, the last business week before Christmas to wake up with the flu. Just glad it wasn't any worse and it didn't last any longer than about 24 hours!
To my wonderful customers, I am sorry your orders are taking longer than anticipated to finish. Please trust, I am working 15 hour days to make sure everyone receives their order in time.
Now, to my son. I talked with him only briefly once this week! I hate it when I have to say "I got to go-got work to do". Because I never know if it will be our last chance...He said they had been working very hard-long hours and days. 12 hour days-8 days straight-had 2 down days-then back at it. Their fob has been getting shelled-so their "down days" really aren't relaxing when you have to keep running to the bunker! Now I haven't heard from him since Wednesday....two whole days...worries me that someone is hurt or worse....so far no knock at the door, so I feel some comfort at that. I just pray that he and all the other soldiers, sailors, airmen and Marines will come home safe.
I just want the killing to stop. I wish the insurgents or who ever they are would quit the car bombs and the sniper attacks. They have to know, we aren't leaving till this stuff stops.
I did talk with my "right arm" on Monday. Her son is the soldier that was hurt from my son's squad Thanksgiving weekend. My son's bunk mate. Troy is doing well. His arm is healing really great. His mom said she couldn't believe how much it had healed in so little time! She did say thought, we they said they had to open it up-they opened it up! The incision line is from the elbow to the wrist (literally) on the right arm-on the top of the arm and the underside of the arm-two incisions that long! She said it was really something!
I did get to do something fun for myself! My daughter called late last Saturday night and offered us two tickets to see the Kansas City Chiefs play the Baltimore Ravens. Not just tickets-but club level seating-with food and drink and a place inside to watch the game where it was nice and warm! I jumped at it! I don't care to watch it on tv-but I love to go to the game! My hubby wasn't interested in going, so I took my mom! She watches it on tv every week! She was so excited! It was so cool to see her like that! She said here I am 70 years old and I am going to my first Chiefs game!
Well, that is about it for this tired and weary Army mom. I have just put in a 15 hour day and will be doing the same again tomorrow. I haven't done any baking or decorating or anything for the holiday. I haven't had time! My daughter asked me if I would go through our photo albums and choose photos and then scan and email them to her so she could send her brother a photo album. I told her I DON'T HAVE TIME! Ya just don't understand until you walk in my shoes....ought to be a country/western song in that don't you think?
Good night. Have a wonderful weekend.
Then my beloved aunt died. I grieve with my cousins (her kids). Losing a parent must be really hard, and my cousins have now lost both their parents. And so hard with the holidays so close.
Then I got the flu! Really bad, the last business week before Christmas to wake up with the flu. Just glad it wasn't any worse and it didn't last any longer than about 24 hours!
To my wonderful customers, I am sorry your orders are taking longer than anticipated to finish. Please trust, I am working 15 hour days to make sure everyone receives their order in time.
Now, to my son. I talked with him only briefly once this week! I hate it when I have to say "I got to go-got work to do". Because I never know if it will be our last chance...He said they had been working very hard-long hours and days. 12 hour days-8 days straight-had 2 down days-then back at it. Their fob has been getting shelled-so their "down days" really aren't relaxing when you have to keep running to the bunker! Now I haven't heard from him since Wednesday....two whole days...worries me that someone is hurt or worse....so far no knock at the door, so I feel some comfort at that. I just pray that he and all the other soldiers, sailors, airmen and Marines will come home safe.
I just want the killing to stop. I wish the insurgents or who ever they are would quit the car bombs and the sniper attacks. They have to know, we aren't leaving till this stuff stops.
I did talk with my "right arm" on Monday. Her son is the soldier that was hurt from my son's squad Thanksgiving weekend. My son's bunk mate. Troy is doing well. His arm is healing really great. His mom said she couldn't believe how much it had healed in so little time! She did say thought, we they said they had to open it up-they opened it up! The incision line is from the elbow to the wrist (literally) on the right arm-on the top of the arm and the underside of the arm-two incisions that long! She said it was really something!
I did get to do something fun for myself! My daughter called late last Saturday night and offered us two tickets to see the Kansas City Chiefs play the Baltimore Ravens. Not just tickets-but club level seating-with food and drink and a place inside to watch the game where it was nice and warm! I jumped at it! I don't care to watch it on tv-but I love to go to the game! My hubby wasn't interested in going, so I took my mom! She watches it on tv every week! She was so excited! It was so cool to see her like that! She said here I am 70 years old and I am going to my first Chiefs game!
Well, that is about it for this tired and weary Army mom. I have just put in a 15 hour day and will be doing the same again tomorrow. I haven't done any baking or decorating or anything for the holiday. I haven't had time! My daughter asked me if I would go through our photo albums and choose photos and then scan and email them to her so she could send her brother a photo album. I told her I DON'T HAVE TIME! Ya just don't understand until you walk in my shoes....ought to be a country/western song in that don't you think?
Good night. Have a wonderful weekend.
The Realization that they are gone. Original Post 09 December 2006
When your soldier is deployed, you don't realize it at that moment, but later it hits you. You are the mother of a deployed United States Soldier. You realize it later, I guess you just don't believe it, and then it hits you like a ton of bricks.
I have never been one to do much IM'ing. But now, I live for it. I stay "available" as much as is possible, so that he can reach me at any time. (I have even considered taking my laptop to bed with me!). On a serious note, one of the hardest things to come to grips with is you can't just pick up the phone and call. While they are in the states, even though far from home, you can do this. And you can leave a message for them to call back or just to say hi. But now you can't. That has been one of the hardest things to come to terms with.
This year, as you settle in on Christmas day, or during Hanukah, please remember our nations girls and boys who are in harms way, to protect our freedoms, and to keep us (all of us) safe. This means more to the troops than you can ever imagine
I have never been one to do much IM'ing. But now, I live for it. I stay "available" as much as is possible, so that he can reach me at any time. (I have even considered taking my laptop to bed with me!). On a serious note, one of the hardest things to come to grips with is you can't just pick up the phone and call. While they are in the states, even though far from home, you can do this. And you can leave a message for them to call back or just to say hi. But now you can't. That has been one of the hardest things to come to terms with.
This year, as you settle in on Christmas day, or during Hanukah, please remember our nations girls and boys who are in harms way, to protect our freedoms, and to keep us (all of us) safe. This means more to the troops than you can ever imagine
No word from the Front! Original Post 07 December 2006
Well, we didn't hear from Derek today. We pray that it is only because he is so busy. With the long hours and long days they are working, hard to believe he finds much time to contact us!
I spent the day doing my regular routine. Processing orders, ordering supplies, updating Quickbooks and tne website some more. All the time, though, there is this longing, deep inside-wondering-praying that they are okay. The not hearing is what is so hard...
I registered on the "new" FRG website today. For those that do not know what a FRG is-let me tell you-that is the lifeline of the soldiers unit! All communications go through the FRG. This is very important, because if soldiers are injured we get notified after the families are notified. This is very helpful-we can send cards, emails-words of encouragement-and we know that when we don't see our soldiers name on the list that they must be okay! The website is http://www.armyfrg.org . But you have to have a soldier and they have to approve you to be able to get info from the site. This is a great service!
I found some "challenge coins" at Hallmark over the weekend. I am sending them to PFC Seig's mom and his second mom and dad in Indiana. I think about them every day also.]
Tonight we pick up the replacement part for our printer. Hopefully I will be up and running tomorrow! This is not a good time to have a MAJOR malfunction!
Well, off to the post office-have to get the last of the packages in the mail! I hope they will get there in time-since I missed the deadline of yesterday!
I spent the day doing my regular routine. Processing orders, ordering supplies, updating Quickbooks and tne website some more. All the time, though, there is this longing, deep inside-wondering-praying that they are okay. The not hearing is what is so hard...
I registered on the "new" FRG website today. For those that do not know what a FRG is-let me tell you-that is the lifeline of the soldiers unit! All communications go through the FRG. This is very important, because if soldiers are injured we get notified after the families are notified. This is very helpful-we can send cards, emails-words of encouragement-and we know that when we don't see our soldiers name on the list that they must be okay! The website is http://www.armyfrg.org . But you have to have a soldier and they have to approve you to be able to get info from the site. This is a great service!
I found some "challenge coins" at Hallmark over the weekend. I am sending them to PFC Seig's mom and his second mom and dad in Indiana. I think about them every day also.]
Tonight we pick up the replacement part for our printer. Hopefully I will be up and running tomorrow! This is not a good time to have a MAJOR malfunction!
Well, off to the post office-have to get the last of the packages in the mail! I hope they will get there in time-since I missed the deadline of yesterday!
Another Injured-Original Post November 2006
I haven't posted for a while and a lot has been happening! Derek left for Iraq on November 5. It was a cool Sunday morning. I don't think we noticed though, we were all in such a state of shock. The day we all had been dreading was finally here. Our baby was going back to hell. His words, not mine. He made the comment the night before he was to leave-that he couldn't believe it was already time to go back to hell.
What can a mother say? What words are there to comfort him? My heart breaks for him each and every day. I tried to make a joke of it-I told him it would only take me 10 minutes to pack my bags so we could head for Canada. He said very matter of factly-NO! i knew that this was not an option-not in my son's eyes. But what words are there for a mother to say. I tried so hard to put on a strong front, but I was dying inside. How could I let him go back?
So, we take him to the airport. It was a quiet ride-and not becaue it was 6 a.m. either! Even our daughter and her fiance went with us. No one said a word. We got to the airport, and American Airlines was so kind to us. They gave each of us a pass so we could wait with him in the boarding area. We had to go through security, and of course I wasn't prepared...I had lotion and Purell Hand Sanitizer and cosmetics and I think even a small pair of scissors. But, they kept it for me at the scanner and we went on in. We all sat in a huddle. Praying that they won't call his plane. But they did. Derek didn't wait...he just started walking. We wanted to keep him longer, but he kept walking. And then he was gone...Once he was out of sight, I teared up. My baby was going back to hell...We were all pretty broke up. I said to my husband...can you believe I did this the first time by myself-then drove 1200 miles back home alone?
How do we moms do it? How can we love our children more than life itself and send them off to areas of such danger? Because we are American women. We have been taught to love our children and to preserve life. To honor life and understand that each person's life on this planet is a one of a kind treasure. I do not understand how mothers can raise their children, and send their children to be suicide bombers-knowing that they will never see them or hold them again. I, in my safe little world, just cannot understand that. I pray for these women. I know that they believe in what they are doing, just as I, but I still do not understand.
After leaving the airport, we stopped to have breakfast. As we were being seated, the hostess asked if I was having a good morning. I know she was not prepared for my answer. I started to say yes, but I thought, why lie? I am not having a good morning. I just sent my one and only son back to hell. I looked at her and said no, not really. We just sent our son back to war-to hell. She was taken aback, and I was immediately sorry that I had said this. She didn't deserve that "slap in the face". But many times I find that the people we meet at the grocery, at the mall, and at Wal-Mart do not understand the sacrifices that our troops and their families make each and every day-heck-each and every hour. Maybe I could have said it a little nicer, but then...
Since our son has returned to his company, the situation for him just keeps getting worse and worse. His squad was hit by an IED. The first truck is the truck that was hit. Our son was in the fourth truck that day. The gunner, a 19 year old from northern Indiana was seriously hurt. This is one of my son's friends. one of his soldiers. They shared a room and a bunk. This young man's mom and I have become best friends through this-even though we had never met before that day late in June. I have always told her she is my "right arm". She has now told me that I need to be her son's "right arm". I told her-I am on it! No problem. Troy is now at Walter Reed. He is doing well, his arm is healing. He had shrapnel in his eye, and because of this he has lost the ability to read with that eye. He will be able to see shapes and colors-but that is all. But, we are truly thankful. He was only centimeters away from death. Wondrous gifts come in all kinds of packages.
I will close for tonight. I will try and post more often-stay more up to date. Please remember, even though my son is in Eastern Baghdad, all our troops are in danger-in Iraq, Afghanistan, whereever they may be deployed. Please say an extra prayer for them.
Good night.
What can a mother say? What words are there to comfort him? My heart breaks for him each and every day. I tried to make a joke of it-I told him it would only take me 10 minutes to pack my bags so we could head for Canada. He said very matter of factly-NO! i knew that this was not an option-not in my son's eyes. But what words are there for a mother to say. I tried so hard to put on a strong front, but I was dying inside. How could I let him go back?
So, we take him to the airport. It was a quiet ride-and not becaue it was 6 a.m. either! Even our daughter and her fiance went with us. No one said a word. We got to the airport, and American Airlines was so kind to us. They gave each of us a pass so we could wait with him in the boarding area. We had to go through security, and of course I wasn't prepared...I had lotion and Purell Hand Sanitizer and cosmetics and I think even a small pair of scissors. But, they kept it for me at the scanner and we went on in. We all sat in a huddle. Praying that they won't call his plane. But they did. Derek didn't wait...he just started walking. We wanted to keep him longer, but he kept walking. And then he was gone...Once he was out of sight, I teared up. My baby was going back to hell...We were all pretty broke up. I said to my husband...can you believe I did this the first time by myself-then drove 1200 miles back home alone?
How do we moms do it? How can we love our children more than life itself and send them off to areas of such danger? Because we are American women. We have been taught to love our children and to preserve life. To honor life and understand that each person's life on this planet is a one of a kind treasure. I do not understand how mothers can raise their children, and send their children to be suicide bombers-knowing that they will never see them or hold them again. I, in my safe little world, just cannot understand that. I pray for these women. I know that they believe in what they are doing, just as I, but I still do not understand.
After leaving the airport, we stopped to have breakfast. As we were being seated, the hostess asked if I was having a good morning. I know she was not prepared for my answer. I started to say yes, but I thought, why lie? I am not having a good morning. I just sent my one and only son back to hell. I looked at her and said no, not really. We just sent our son back to war-to hell. She was taken aback, and I was immediately sorry that I had said this. She didn't deserve that "slap in the face". But many times I find that the people we meet at the grocery, at the mall, and at Wal-Mart do not understand the sacrifices that our troops and their families make each and every day-heck-each and every hour. Maybe I could have said it a little nicer, but then...
Since our son has returned to his company, the situation for him just keeps getting worse and worse. His squad was hit by an IED. The first truck is the truck that was hit. Our son was in the fourth truck that day. The gunner, a 19 year old from northern Indiana was seriously hurt. This is one of my son's friends. one of his soldiers. They shared a room and a bunk. This young man's mom and I have become best friends through this-even though we had never met before that day late in June. I have always told her she is my "right arm". She has now told me that I need to be her son's "right arm". I told her-I am on it! No problem. Troy is now at Walter Reed. He is doing well, his arm is healing. He had shrapnel in his eye, and because of this he has lost the ability to read with that eye. He will be able to see shapes and colors-but that is all. But, we are truly thankful. He was only centimeters away from death. Wondrous gifts come in all kinds of packages.
I will close for tonight. I will try and post more often-stay more up to date. Please remember, even though my son is in Eastern Baghdad, all our troops are in danger-in Iraq, Afghanistan, whereever they may be deployed. Please say an extra prayer for them.
Good night.
Lou's Homecoming! - Original Post 27 October 2006
We were so excited when October 20 finally arrived! Lou would be home today! I anxiously went about my morning routine, getting my shirt orders done, cleaning house, and shopping for our Thanksgiving dinner on Sunday.
Derek called and said he would be at the airport at 2:55 p.m. My thought was great! I have time to run to the store, etc. He later called and said he would possibly be in at 2:00 on a stand by flight. Now, I had to get everything done with 1 hour less to do it in! So I hurriedly went about my tasks.
I gathered my parents and my daughter for his welcoming home committee. We were all so eager and excited to see him! At 1:55 I am entering the exit for the airport. Thought no problem, by the time they deplane-perfect! My cell phone rang-I hear this "where are you". I was so upset and happy at the same time. The plane was early and he got off the plane without me there! I had a banner and everything!
Long story short, my parents found my son and I parked the van. Tracy and I run to the terminal-banner in tow. I am so worried about this banner. We hold the banner open as we enter the terminal. I am scanning the crowd at the baggage carousel-looking for him. I suddenly hear a "so, what ya doing?" I turned and there he was! Looking so trim and so fit. I basicall threw the banner at Tracy and made a run for him-I hugged him and cried. Then I cried and I hugged him. I didn't expect to react so hard. He kept saying mom, I am here, i am safe. Mom, I am okay. I finally let go, grabbed the banner so we could then hold it open. I kept saying see, we have a banner. At this point he is laughing. I looked up-another soldier was there with his family. I looked at him and said-see-this banner is for you too. He smiled and thanked me. I then found out he was a Captain. I can't tell one from the other and don't care. I was so excited to see my son.
Our trip home was uneventful. Lou had a little problem with the traffic on the interstate. He said whoa, this is different. He was cool though and we made it home.
On Sunday, October 24, we had our Thanksgiving Dinner. We had at least 70 in attendance. I was so proud and so honored that everyone came for Derek. I will upload the few pictures that I have.
After attending PFC Seig's funeral in Indiana last month, I decided I wanted to invite the Patriot Guard (those local to us) to Derek's dinner to honor them and to honor my son. They were very humble and did not want to accept because they want nothing in return for what they do. In the end, the PG attended, but only after I agreed that they could make it a mission for them. So, we had approximately 25 or so PG in attendance. They came to our home and escorted us to the hall where we had the dinner. We that week had made about 100 yellow ribbons which we put on light poles and trees along our route. The PG had contacted our Police Department who then stopped traffic for us all to pass. Derek was completely shocked and honored. We managed to keep this a secret from him until he heard the rumbling of the bikes.
We also invited the Fire and Police Department to our dinner and were honored to have 5 fire personnel dine with us. We renewed many friendships that day and have made many more friends because of that day. We had neighbors out on their porches taking pictures of us as we made our way down the street.
So, things have been pretty crazy around here, just trying to keep up. We have derek for one more week and I don't know how I am going to send him back. It was so hard the first time, and I kept my cool, I just don't know how I am going to do it again.
We had more injured this week from the company. I pray for each and every one of them and their families. I haven't told Lou of their injuries yet. I didn't want to upset him while he was home. I will break the news to him before he returns though. i don't want him to be surprised when he goes back.
Tonight Derek and his sister are going out. They have gathered a few friends for a night on the town. I told him to have fun, and to be safe. I know he will. He is a good son.
Derek and his dad got to spend a few days this week together. I just stayed out of the way, leaving them to do their guy stuff. Next week we will have our time. I call it our date! He loves that one-believe me!
I will close now by saying that I think of each and every one of our soldiers daily. I start each day with my soldier bear. He sings-God Bless the USA by Lee Greenwood. This brings back the memories of why we live in such a great nation-because of soldiers like our boysand our girls. They have gone before us and will continue after us. They keep us safe by night and day. God Bless our Soldiers.
Derek called and said he would be at the airport at 2:55 p.m. My thought was great! I have time to run to the store, etc. He later called and said he would possibly be in at 2:00 on a stand by flight. Now, I had to get everything done with 1 hour less to do it in! So I hurriedly went about my tasks.
I gathered my parents and my daughter for his welcoming home committee. We were all so eager and excited to see him! At 1:55 I am entering the exit for the airport. Thought no problem, by the time they deplane-perfect! My cell phone rang-I hear this "where are you". I was so upset and happy at the same time. The plane was early and he got off the plane without me there! I had a banner and everything!
Long story short, my parents found my son and I parked the van. Tracy and I run to the terminal-banner in tow. I am so worried about this banner. We hold the banner open as we enter the terminal. I am scanning the crowd at the baggage carousel-looking for him. I suddenly hear a "so, what ya doing?" I turned and there he was! Looking so trim and so fit. I basicall threw the banner at Tracy and made a run for him-I hugged him and cried. Then I cried and I hugged him. I didn't expect to react so hard. He kept saying mom, I am here, i am safe. Mom, I am okay. I finally let go, grabbed the banner so we could then hold it open. I kept saying see, we have a banner. At this point he is laughing. I looked up-another soldier was there with his family. I looked at him and said-see-this banner is for you too. He smiled and thanked me. I then found out he was a Captain. I can't tell one from the other and don't care. I was so excited to see my son.
Our trip home was uneventful. Lou had a little problem with the traffic on the interstate. He said whoa, this is different. He was cool though and we made it home.
On Sunday, October 24, we had our Thanksgiving Dinner. We had at least 70 in attendance. I was so proud and so honored that everyone came for Derek. I will upload the few pictures that I have.
After attending PFC Seig's funeral in Indiana last month, I decided I wanted to invite the Patriot Guard (those local to us) to Derek's dinner to honor them and to honor my son. They were very humble and did not want to accept because they want nothing in return for what they do. In the end, the PG attended, but only after I agreed that they could make it a mission for them. So, we had approximately 25 or so PG in attendance. They came to our home and escorted us to the hall where we had the dinner. We that week had made about 100 yellow ribbons which we put on light poles and trees along our route. The PG had contacted our Police Department who then stopped traffic for us all to pass. Derek was completely shocked and honored. We managed to keep this a secret from him until he heard the rumbling of the bikes.
We also invited the Fire and Police Department to our dinner and were honored to have 5 fire personnel dine with us. We renewed many friendships that day and have made many more friends because of that day. We had neighbors out on their porches taking pictures of us as we made our way down the street.
So, things have been pretty crazy around here, just trying to keep up. We have derek for one more week and I don't know how I am going to send him back. It was so hard the first time, and I kept my cool, I just don't know how I am going to do it again.
We had more injured this week from the company. I pray for each and every one of them and their families. I haven't told Lou of their injuries yet. I didn't want to upset him while he was home. I will break the news to him before he returns though. i don't want him to be surprised when he goes back.
Tonight Derek and his sister are going out. They have gathered a few friends for a night on the town. I told him to have fun, and to be safe. I know he will. He is a good son.
Derek and his dad got to spend a few days this week together. I just stayed out of the way, leaving them to do their guy stuff. Next week we will have our time. I call it our date! He loves that one-believe me!
I will close now by saying that I think of each and every one of our soldiers daily. I start each day with my soldier bear. He sings-God Bless the USA by Lee Greenwood. This brings back the memories of why we live in such a great nation-because of soldiers like our boysand our girls. They have gone before us and will continue after us. They keep us safe by night and day. God Bless our Soldiers.
Tuesday, August 21, 2007
Memorial to PFC Anthony Seig-Original Post 20 September 2006
I had the privilege and the honor of attending funeral services for PFC Seig. I arrived Saturday evening. Tony’s second mom, Donna Metzner and her husband Randy were kind enough to provide me with a warm bed, good food, and we soon became like family.
Donna and Randy helped Tony’s mom, Linda, when Tony’s dad died of cancer almost 3 years ago. They had grown up together, raised their kids together, and were as close as any family could ever be. Donna & Randy mourn the loss of Tony just as much as his mother and sisters do.
That evening I was asked if I was going to the airport with the family on Sunday morning. I really hadn’t thought about what that entailed. The family was going to the airport (approximately 60 miles away) to meet Tony’s plane when it arrived. I told them no, that that should just be for the family. I was told that I was considered family-that it was a request of Tony’s mother that I attend-and that I could ride with Donna & Randy. I felt truly honored that I was asked to attend.
We met at the American Legion Hall in Sunman about 9:00 a.m. on Sunday. I met some of the family there. I had pictures of some of the soldiers that I had been sent by “Lou” to share. As I was introduced to Tony’s family, I came to realize how much they truly loved him and miss him.
We then started our procession to the airport-escorted by the Deputy Sheriff “David”. I then learned that David had asked Tony’s mother if she would like a police escort to the airport. She told him that would be wonderful, however, I don’t know that anyone was prepared for what David was able to put together in such a short time.
The procession to the airport was rather small-family cars-3 or 4 police cars-and since we went through
Indiana
, Ohio
and Kentucky-officers from each jurisdiction would join the procession and then drop off when they reached their district limits.
We arrived at the airport about 1 hour before Tony’s plane arrived. This time was spent-talking with the family. They talked amongst themselves-and I met more of them and got to know them even more. There was a lady there, I later learned her name was Diana. Her son and Tony were best of friends during high school. She commented it was like losing one of her own. She had tears streaming down her cheeks.
When Tony’s plane arrived-we were all anxious to look out the windows to catch a glimpse of the ceremony. A motorcycle officer escorted the sheriff’s car (with Mrs. Seig in it) and the hearse onto the tarmac. The funeral detail then began marching outside to the plane. The entered the plan through the rear ramp and soon after emerged, carry Tony’s casket. We all began to weep.
After placing the casket into the hearse-the cars then proceeded to leave the tarmac. What ensued next was so overwhelming. Their were approximately 40 police officers flanking both sides of the gate way to the tarmac as the family and the hearse exited the tarmac. They were all standing at attention and saluting.
We then got into our cars and the procession began. The procession was more than 1 mile long-each county in
Indiana
-I was told-had sent at least 1 police officer/car to honor Tony. Officers from Ohio
and Kentucky
were also present. Many fire departments in Indiana
also sent Fire Trucks/personnel to honor Tony. All I can say is that there was over 1 mile of flashing red lights in either direction from our car as we traveled the 60 miles or so back to Sunman. Randy made the statement that it was hard to get used to all the red lights behind him and not think he was in trouble for something.
The interstate was completely shut down in the direction we were traveling. Officers had blocked all entrance ramps onto the highway. In addition, there were police/fire/ambulance personnel at almost every entrance ramp-standing at attention-white gloves on-saluting as we passed by. On at least two over passes-fire trucks with American flags on them-were stopped-red lights flashing-draping huge American flags over the side of the bridge for us to drive under.
On numerous occasions, motorists traveling the other direction on the interstate-vehicles were stopped and their occupants were standing in the median or along side the cars-hands over their hearts. It was truly moving.
When we reached the Sunman exit-there were people holding an American Flag draping it over the bridge. There was a woman holding a huge American Flag as she stood-hand over her heart. Sunman is about two miles from the interstate. There were numerous people saluting-waving flags and holding signs to honor Tony. Then when we reached Sunman-a town of approximately 2,000-in my estimation, there were what seemed to be 1,000 persons flanking both sides of the highway. Heads bowed, holding flags, holding signs, holding their children-tears streaming down their cheeks. Young and old-they were there.
When we passed in front of the elementary school, which Tony attended, teachers, students and parents were standing saluting Tony. The elementary football team players were there-there uniforms on-sitting as if they were in a huddle-honoring Tony-the student-the football player-the hometown Hero.
When we reached the fire station-two aerial trucks were flanking the street-ladders raised-flying a huge American flag for us to pass under. When we reached our turn-there were numerous citizens there-blocking the street with a red white and blue banner-keeping cars from coming through.
Then we reached the American Legion hall where services were being held. The Patriot Riders Group was there. There were over 60 members standing shoulder to shoulder-bikes behind them-each with a huge American flag and standing at attention saluting Tony as we entered the parking area for the American Legion. These brave veterans were so close to us-we could reach out and touch them from inside our cars. I made the comment-there were so many of them-so many flags-it was as if we were being wrapped in American Flags.
We shed so many tears-we didn’t think we had any more-then something else would touch our hearts and we would cry again. This was truly moving.
Inside the American Legion-Tony’s mother and aunts had placed pictures of Tony-items from his short life-to share with family and friends. It was so nice to see Tony-the boy-and not Tony-the American soldier.
Visitation lasted approximately 4 hours. Many friends and family came to honor Tony. PFC Calabro’s parents also made the trip to Sunman to honor Tony. They were later in arriving and missed the procession. They were fortunate to IM with
Troy
that morning and were able to assure me that “our boys” were safe.
When I saw Mrs. Calabro-all the emotion of the day-just swept over me. We hugged and I started to cry-then sob. When we last met at the deployment ceremony-she was getting teary-and I told her she couldn’t because then we would both be crying and that would be hard for our soldiers. I told her this time it was my turn!
Approximately 7:30 p.m.. Tony’s great uncle began to play the bag pipes. He did a wonderful job and is a good friend. He and his wife talked a long time-sharing stories about Tony-he had many-I only had a few. Then the American Legion members began to come through. There must have been 200 or more. They came through, single file-stopped at Tony’s casket and saluted . They had tears coming down their cheeks. One gentleman was especially upset. He was the Chaplain of the Post there. He just sobbed. I did my best to comfort him, but nothing I could say could match what he was feeling. He shared with me that he was 20 when he entered the service-and that with the things he saw and things he did-he never wanted anyone to have to witness that again. He thinks this hit him so hard as Tony’s 20th birthday would have been the next day.
The military service was moving and when the guns began firing for the 21 gun salute-we about jumped out of our skins. It was so loud-made many think about what our soldiers are going through-living-every day in
Iraq
and Afghanistan
.
After the service the family and friends scattered-going to their homes to reflect on the day. When I see grown men crying-I am completely moved. At one point-I asked Tony’s cousin if he was okay. This man had helped Tony after his dad died. He has a boy Tony’s age. He just looked like he had lost his best friend.
Tony’s 20th birthday was on Monday. His mother was going to honor him at the flag pole they placed in their yard-the day after they learned of Tony’s fate. They are going to make it a memorial to Tony.
Please remember Tony for the boy he was-the soldier he became-and the man that he strived to become.
May God Bless Tony and all the other troops servicing our great country.
Donna and Randy helped Tony’s mom, Linda, when Tony’s dad died of cancer almost 3 years ago. They had grown up together, raised their kids together, and were as close as any family could ever be. Donna & Randy mourn the loss of Tony just as much as his mother and sisters do.
That evening I was asked if I was going to the airport with the family on Sunday morning. I really hadn’t thought about what that entailed. The family was going to the airport (approximately 60 miles away) to meet Tony’s plane when it arrived. I told them no, that that should just be for the family. I was told that I was considered family-that it was a request of Tony’s mother that I attend-and that I could ride with Donna & Randy. I felt truly honored that I was asked to attend.
We met at the American Legion Hall in Sunman about 9:00 a.m. on Sunday. I met some of the family there. I had pictures of some of the soldiers that I had been sent by “Lou” to share. As I was introduced to Tony’s family, I came to realize how much they truly loved him and miss him.
We then started our procession to the airport-escorted by the Deputy Sheriff “David”. I then learned that David had asked Tony’s mother if she would like a police escort to the airport. She told him that would be wonderful, however, I don’t know that anyone was prepared for what David was able to put together in such a short time.
The procession to the airport was rather small-family cars-3 or 4 police cars-and since we went through
Indiana
, Ohio
and Kentucky-officers from each jurisdiction would join the procession and then drop off when they reached their district limits.
We arrived at the airport about 1 hour before Tony’s plane arrived. This time was spent-talking with the family. They talked amongst themselves-and I met more of them and got to know them even more. There was a lady there, I later learned her name was Diana. Her son and Tony were best of friends during high school. She commented it was like losing one of her own. She had tears streaming down her cheeks.
When Tony’s plane arrived-we were all anxious to look out the windows to catch a glimpse of the ceremony. A motorcycle officer escorted the sheriff’s car (with Mrs. Seig in it) and the hearse onto the tarmac. The funeral detail then began marching outside to the plane. The entered the plan through the rear ramp and soon after emerged, carry Tony’s casket. We all began to weep.
After placing the casket into the hearse-the cars then proceeded to leave the tarmac. What ensued next was so overwhelming. Their were approximately 40 police officers flanking both sides of the gate way to the tarmac as the family and the hearse exited the tarmac. They were all standing at attention and saluting.
We then got into our cars and the procession began. The procession was more than 1 mile long-each county in
Indiana
-I was told-had sent at least 1 police officer/car to honor Tony. Officers from Ohio
and Kentucky
were also present. Many fire departments in Indiana
also sent Fire Trucks/personnel to honor Tony. All I can say is that there was over 1 mile of flashing red lights in either direction from our car as we traveled the 60 miles or so back to Sunman. Randy made the statement that it was hard to get used to all the red lights behind him and not think he was in trouble for something.
The interstate was completely shut down in the direction we were traveling. Officers had blocked all entrance ramps onto the highway. In addition, there were police/fire/ambulance personnel at almost every entrance ramp-standing at attention-white gloves on-saluting as we passed by. On at least two over passes-fire trucks with American flags on them-were stopped-red lights flashing-draping huge American flags over the side of the bridge for us to drive under.
On numerous occasions, motorists traveling the other direction on the interstate-vehicles were stopped and their occupants were standing in the median or along side the cars-hands over their hearts. It was truly moving.
When we reached the Sunman exit-there were people holding an American Flag draping it over the bridge. There was a woman holding a huge American Flag as she stood-hand over her heart. Sunman is about two miles from the interstate. There were numerous people saluting-waving flags and holding signs to honor Tony. Then when we reached Sunman-a town of approximately 2,000-in my estimation, there were what seemed to be 1,000 persons flanking both sides of the highway. Heads bowed, holding flags, holding signs, holding their children-tears streaming down their cheeks. Young and old-they were there.
When we passed in front of the elementary school, which Tony attended, teachers, students and parents were standing saluting Tony. The elementary football team players were there-there uniforms on-sitting as if they were in a huddle-honoring Tony-the student-the football player-the hometown Hero.
When we reached the fire station-two aerial trucks were flanking the street-ladders raised-flying a huge American flag for us to pass under. When we reached our turn-there were numerous citizens there-blocking the street with a red white and blue banner-keeping cars from coming through.
Then we reached the American Legion hall where services were being held. The Patriot Riders Group was there. There were over 60 members standing shoulder to shoulder-bikes behind them-each with a huge American flag and standing at attention saluting Tony as we entered the parking area for the American Legion. These brave veterans were so close to us-we could reach out and touch them from inside our cars. I made the comment-there were so many of them-so many flags-it was as if we were being wrapped in American Flags.
We shed so many tears-we didn’t think we had any more-then something else would touch our hearts and we would cry again. This was truly moving.
Inside the American Legion-Tony’s mother and aunts had placed pictures of Tony-items from his short life-to share with family and friends. It was so nice to see Tony-the boy-and not Tony-the American soldier.
Visitation lasted approximately 4 hours. Many friends and family came to honor Tony. PFC Calabro’s parents also made the trip to Sunman to honor Tony. They were later in arriving and missed the procession. They were fortunate to IM with
Troy
that morning and were able to assure me that “our boys” were safe.
When I saw Mrs. Calabro-all the emotion of the day-just swept over me. We hugged and I started to cry-then sob. When we last met at the deployment ceremony-she was getting teary-and I told her she couldn’t because then we would both be crying and that would be hard for our soldiers. I told her this time it was my turn!
Approximately 7:30 p.m.. Tony’s great uncle began to play the bag pipes. He did a wonderful job and is a good friend. He and his wife talked a long time-sharing stories about Tony-he had many-I only had a few. Then the American Legion members began to come through. There must have been 200 or more. They came through, single file-stopped at Tony’s casket and saluted . They had tears coming down their cheeks. One gentleman was especially upset. He was the Chaplain of the Post there. He just sobbed. I did my best to comfort him, but nothing I could say could match what he was feeling. He shared with me that he was 20 when he entered the service-and that with the things he saw and things he did-he never wanted anyone to have to witness that again. He thinks this hit him so hard as Tony’s 20th birthday would have been the next day.
The military service was moving and when the guns began firing for the 21 gun salute-we about jumped out of our skins. It was so loud-made many think about what our soldiers are going through-living-every day in
Iraq
and Afghanistan
.
After the service the family and friends scattered-going to their homes to reflect on the day. When I see grown men crying-I am completely moved. At one point-I asked Tony’s cousin if he was okay. This man had helped Tony after his dad died. He has a boy Tony’s age. He just looked like he had lost his best friend.
Tony’s 20th birthday was on Monday. His mother was going to honor him at the flag pole they placed in their yard-the day after they learned of Tony’s fate. They are going to make it a memorial to Tony.
Please remember Tony for the boy he was-the soldier he became-and the man that he strived to become.
May God Bless Tony and all the other troops servicing our great country.
Mourning the Loss of Our Own-Original Post 12 September 2006
It is with much sadness and sorrow that I make this post. I NEVER wanted to have to do this.
Pfc. Anthony P. Seig would have marked his 20th birthday next week. Instead, the 2005 graduate of East Central High School in St. Leon, Ind., died in Iraq without making it out of his teens.
Monday, his family in Sunman, Ind., about 30 miles west of Cincinnati, gathered with friends to install a flag pole in the front yard. In the cement base, they inscribed his birth date and the day he died -- Saturday -- before hoisting an American flag to half-staff."He's certainly our hero,'' said his aunt, Vicki Jenkins. "He was very proud to serve his country. He felt very strongly about serving his country.''Seig joined the Army shortly after graduating from high school and left for Iraq June 24. He recently had spoken to his girlfriend and the two had talked about marriage."It was a happy conversation," his mother, Linda Seig, said Monday."He took great pride in being an MP," she said. "He felt like what he was doing was important and it mattered."Seig was assigned to the 16th Military Police Brigade, based at Fort Bragg, N.C.Called Tony by his family and friends, the high school football player was bright, quick-witted and had a gift for telling and writing stories, his aunt said.For now, the family is in disbelief, still awaiting details of Seig's death from military officials.When he enlisted last year, her nephew knew the odds were high he would be deployed to a war zone, in Iraq or Afghanistan."He said he wanted to be one of the good guys, and he wanted to protect us," she said. "A lot of times, we take our freedom for granted, but he was protecting us."Thank you to the Indianapolis Star for this article. I couldn't have said it any better.I met Tony briefly at the deployment ceremony. Lou was very proud to introduce me to his "brothers". I am so glad I got the chance to meet such a fine young man.If anyone would like to send a card to Tony's parents, their address is:24017 Weisburg RdSunman, IN 47041-9417I plan on attending the funeral services for PFC Seig, as does Mrs. Calabro-PFC Calabros mother. We will do this with much sorrow & pride in our hearts.I am sorry I haven't posted about this tragedy sooner, but my heart just wouldn't let me. When I learn of the funeral arrangements-I will post to this blog.Thank you and God Bless. And may God say a special prayer for our soldiers tonight.
Pfc. Anthony P. Seig would have marked his 20th birthday next week. Instead, the 2005 graduate of East Central High School in St. Leon, Ind., died in Iraq without making it out of his teens.
Monday, his family in Sunman, Ind., about 30 miles west of Cincinnati, gathered with friends to install a flag pole in the front yard. In the cement base, they inscribed his birth date and the day he died -- Saturday -- before hoisting an American flag to half-staff."He's certainly our hero,'' said his aunt, Vicki Jenkins. "He was very proud to serve his country. He felt very strongly about serving his country.''Seig joined the Army shortly after graduating from high school and left for Iraq June 24. He recently had spoken to his girlfriend and the two had talked about marriage."It was a happy conversation," his mother, Linda Seig, said Monday."He took great pride in being an MP," she said. "He felt like what he was doing was important and it mattered."Seig was assigned to the 16th Military Police Brigade, based at Fort Bragg, N.C.Called Tony by his family and friends, the high school football player was bright, quick-witted and had a gift for telling and writing stories, his aunt said.For now, the family is in disbelief, still awaiting details of Seig's death from military officials.When he enlisted last year, her nephew knew the odds were high he would be deployed to a war zone, in Iraq or Afghanistan."He said he wanted to be one of the good guys, and he wanted to protect us," she said. "A lot of times, we take our freedom for granted, but he was protecting us."Thank you to the Indianapolis Star for this article. I couldn't have said it any better.I met Tony briefly at the deployment ceremony. Lou was very proud to introduce me to his "brothers". I am so glad I got the chance to meet such a fine young man.If anyone would like to send a card to Tony's parents, their address is:24017 Weisburg RdSunman, IN 47041-9417I plan on attending the funeral services for PFC Seig, as does Mrs. Calabro-PFC Calabros mother. We will do this with much sorrow & pride in our hearts.I am sorry I haven't posted about this tragedy sooner, but my heart just wouldn't let me. When I learn of the funeral arrangements-I will post to this blog.Thank you and God Bless. And may God say a special prayer for our soldiers tonight.
Lou called today! Original Post 25 August 2006
Lou called today!Thought I would just let everyone know I heard from Derek today. He sounded really tired. Said they had been working hard and long for the last couple of weeks. He sounded positive-and asked for stuff from home-Gatorade powder, sheets and a pillow, beef jerky, matches. Oh and a jar and tea bags for sun tea and a bag of sugar! He misses our home brewed tea. Does this remind anyone of "gathering on the porch"?
He is always ready to hear what is in the next box I have sent him. I am trying to send one every week to 10 days. Sometimes it is hard to think of new things to send that he would enjoy, could use, and wouldn't take up much room.
I also talked to Calabro during this phone call. I appreciated it so much when he told me that he would keep my son safe. I know that if they all work together, they will be safe.
Derek told me that he and the others were working hard to make sure the females stayed safe. He doesn't like anyone talking about them-good or bad. He said he thinks of them as his little sisters, just like his own sister Tracy. I told him I was proud of him for that.
I was really proud that he remembered that his sisters birthday is tomorrow. That was the first thing he asked-was if she was with me. This is monumental-since he never remembered before-I always had to remind him! I guess that is what deployment does to our boys and girls-makes them appreciate home so much more!
I asked him about Sgt. Perry's new little girl. Said he had seen a couple of pictures and that she sure was cute. I would like to see some pictures also!
That is all I have to report this time. Getting ready to head out for my shopping trip for my next "care package"!
Have a safe and good weekend!
He is always ready to hear what is in the next box I have sent him. I am trying to send one every week to 10 days. Sometimes it is hard to think of new things to send that he would enjoy, could use, and wouldn't take up much room.
I also talked to Calabro during this phone call. I appreciated it so much when he told me that he would keep my son safe. I know that if they all work together, they will be safe.
Derek told me that he and the others were working hard to make sure the females stayed safe. He doesn't like anyone talking about them-good or bad. He said he thinks of them as his little sisters, just like his own sister Tracy. I told him I was proud of him for that.
I was really proud that he remembered that his sisters birthday is tomorrow. That was the first thing he asked-was if she was with me. This is monumental-since he never remembered before-I always had to remind him! I guess that is what deployment does to our boys and girls-makes them appreciate home so much more!
I asked him about Sgt. Perry's new little girl. Said he had seen a couple of pictures and that she sure was cute. I would like to see some pictures also!
That is all I have to report this time. Getting ready to head out for my shopping trip for my next "care package"!
Have a safe and good weekend!
Mission Ready! Original Post 19 August 2006
I heard from my soldier on Wednesday. He was hot and tired. Said they had been doing daily missions. Said where they were at was really dirty, that sewage was dumped in the middle of the street. Said it stunk!
We are excited that they are getting internet in their rooms. It will be much easier to talk with him once that happens.
Vonage phone service has a "v-phone" that will allow us to talk if they have a broadband connection. The device is $39.00. It looks like a jump drive-it plugs into a usb port on their computer-then they can dial any phone number, and they will be able to talk and listen using the included headphones! This will be better than using Yahoo messenger! If anyone is interested in this, please let me know. I can send you an invitation email-if you activate an account-we both get a free month of service! And service is $25.00 per month. An added bonus is that the device will store 256 megabytes of information. They can store music-or photos on this. It is an actual "jump drive".
Often I reflect on our soldiers and how we feel having them so far away. I think of all those wives and mothers and fathers, sisters and brothers, in times gone past who sent their loved one off to war. Their soldier left and they didn't hear from them for months if at all! Just think, during WWII, even letters were censored. The mail they did receive was full of holes-where they were read by whom ever before you got them and words were cut out because they said too much. Technology is a wonderful thing. I don't know how they did this not ever hearing from their soldier. I keep my phone with me constantly. I don't want to miss that phone call. And if I don't hear from him for a few days, I start to panic a little-then I remember not hearing is a good thing!
Hope everyone is doing well. We almost two months under our belts now. Only 10 more to go! Hope everyone has a wonderful week!
We are excited that they are getting internet in their rooms. It will be much easier to talk with him once that happens.
Vonage phone service has a "v-phone" that will allow us to talk if they have a broadband connection. The device is $39.00. It looks like a jump drive-it plugs into a usb port on their computer-then they can dial any phone number, and they will be able to talk and listen using the included headphones! This will be better than using Yahoo messenger! If anyone is interested in this, please let me know. I can send you an invitation email-if you activate an account-we both get a free month of service! And service is $25.00 per month. An added bonus is that the device will store 256 megabytes of information. They can store music-or photos on this. It is an actual "jump drive".
Often I reflect on our soldiers and how we feel having them so far away. I think of all those wives and mothers and fathers, sisters and brothers, in times gone past who sent their loved one off to war. Their soldier left and they didn't hear from them for months if at all! Just think, during WWII, even letters were censored. The mail they did receive was full of holes-where they were read by whom ever before you got them and words were cut out because they said too much. Technology is a wonderful thing. I don't know how they did this not ever hearing from their soldier. I keep my phone with me constantly. I don't want to miss that phone call. And if I don't hear from him for a few days, I start to panic a little-then I remember not hearing is a good thing!
Hope everyone is doing well. We almost two months under our belts now. Only 10 more to go! Hope everyone has a wonderful week!
Word from the front! Original Post 24 July 2006
Heard from Derek yesterday. He said all are doing well. They had not, as of yesterday, arrived at their final destination. They were at the "airport". Said the Captain was still in the process of getting them their spaces, but would be moving very soon. Said it was hot, they were tired and he is still tired of living out of his pack. I again asked if they had any word on the Israel/Lebanon disaster-said not much. He is just anxious to get settled.
Told him we had a box ready to send to him. He wanted to know what was in it. Told him most of its contents, however, he needed to have a surprise of two. He said to still hold off on mailing it till they get to their finaly destination. Said one of the soldiers had mailed something back form Kuwait and it made it in 6 days. His thoughts are that the mail is getting to them quicker than it had for so many others in the past.
I did some research regarding where they were headed. I was concerned at the level of insect infestation that I had been reading. He said he thought that was old info and that the Army had a better handle on that now.
His dad was really glad to hear his voice. The last few times Derek has been able to call, his dad wasn't home-so he didn't get to talk to him. So, I let him have him for much of the time.
One thing we did notice, Derek normally calls us on my cell phone. It never rang, never said I had missed a call. He then called my mom, and asked her to call me to see if I was home. I was and when Derek called the house phone, it didn't show up on caller id. Our thought was that perhaps where they were calling from had more security-and didn't allow calls to cell phones to go through or caller id to appear. So, you may want to consider that if a call comes in without showing if you have caller id. And it could have just been a fluke!
Hope everyone is well. Feel free to post if you have heard from your soldier, if you are frightened and just need a friend to talk with, or just want to say hi!
May God be with our soldiers!
Lou's Mom
Told him we had a box ready to send to him. He wanted to know what was in it. Told him most of its contents, however, he needed to have a surprise of two. He said to still hold off on mailing it till they get to their finaly destination. Said one of the soldiers had mailed something back form Kuwait and it made it in 6 days. His thoughts are that the mail is getting to them quicker than it had for so many others in the past.
I did some research regarding where they were headed. I was concerned at the level of insect infestation that I had been reading. He said he thought that was old info and that the Army had a better handle on that now.
His dad was really glad to hear his voice. The last few times Derek has been able to call, his dad wasn't home-so he didn't get to talk to him. So, I let him have him for much of the time.
One thing we did notice, Derek normally calls us on my cell phone. It never rang, never said I had missed a call. He then called my mom, and asked her to call me to see if I was home. I was and when Derek called the house phone, it didn't show up on caller id. Our thought was that perhaps where they were calling from had more security-and didn't allow calls to cell phones to go through or caller id to appear. So, you may want to consider that if a call comes in without showing if you have caller id. And it could have just been a fluke!
Hope everyone is well. Feel free to post if you have heard from your soldier, if you are frightened and just need a friend to talk with, or just want to say hi!
May God be with our soldiers!
Lou's Mom
Heard from Lou Today! Original Post 20 July 2006
Derek called this a.m. Said all were doing fine. That they would be moving tomorrow or the next day. Couldn't say where of course, only that they would be safe.
He was excited! They now have working air conditioners in their trucks! Said the contractor there that runs a mechanic shop was from Ft. Bragg area. Was more than happy to get ALL 49 trucks in working order!
Said they were hot and he was tired of living out of his pack. Is anxious to get moved and settled. And now that we have addresses for our soldiers, we can start sending them mail! He said no cookies yet...told him I thought I would wait awhile before I start sending Pringles cans full of chocolate chip cookies. He laughed-he said yeah, what a gooey mess that would be with all that chocolate melting from the heat!
Said he had heard a couple of instances of gunfire from outside the perimeter. Hadn't heard of any casualities. Said from the short bursts he thought maybe it was just warning shots.
Said he misses us, he misses home, and he keeps trying to reassure good ol' mom that everything is ok. That they will be safe. I pray that they do.
We discussed the Lebanon/Israel conflict. Said he hadn't heard much about it, but rest assured they weren't going to Israel! that was one thing HE COULD tell me! My parents were here when he called. Derek and I usually agree on our views of the war and politics and we get into some pretty heated discussions. This was no exception-had my mom and dad laughing at us! I won't discuss our political views, do not feel this is the appropriate place to discuss them-and it could stir up some pretty heated debates! LOL!
For anyone that hasn't received the word-their address is as follows:
Soldiers Name
519th MP BN
118th MP CO (ABN)APO AE 09390
I am heading to Sam's Club this afternoon to buy him power strips to send over. He said all they could find were the European strips and of course none of his equipment-laptop, radio chargers, etc. ran off of that. He had purchased an inverter that would convert the 220v to 110v, but it only had 1 plug. He needed power strips! So, his first package from home will be-power strips, dvds, beef jerky, summer sausage and some butterscoth candies.
If any one is purchasing dvd's to send over, please email a list to tntdesigns@kc.rr.com I thought it would be a good idea to keep a running list on the blog of the dvd titles so that as we purchase dvds to send over that we can purchase different titles and they can then share. That way they don't all have the same thing. Derek thought that was a good idea. You can find the list in the "categories" section of the blog.
Well, that is it for me today. I keep telling him-eyes open-head down. (he is 6 foot 4). Figured it was appropriate in his case!
He was excited! They now have working air conditioners in their trucks! Said the contractor there that runs a mechanic shop was from Ft. Bragg area. Was more than happy to get ALL 49 trucks in working order!
Said they were hot and he was tired of living out of his pack. Is anxious to get moved and settled. And now that we have addresses for our soldiers, we can start sending them mail! He said no cookies yet...told him I thought I would wait awhile before I start sending Pringles cans full of chocolate chip cookies. He laughed-he said yeah, what a gooey mess that would be with all that chocolate melting from the heat!
Said he had heard a couple of instances of gunfire from outside the perimeter. Hadn't heard of any casualities. Said from the short bursts he thought maybe it was just warning shots.
Said he misses us, he misses home, and he keeps trying to reassure good ol' mom that everything is ok. That they will be safe. I pray that they do.
We discussed the Lebanon/Israel conflict. Said he hadn't heard much about it, but rest assured they weren't going to Israel! that was one thing HE COULD tell me! My parents were here when he called. Derek and I usually agree on our views of the war and politics and we get into some pretty heated discussions. This was no exception-had my mom and dad laughing at us! I won't discuss our political views, do not feel this is the appropriate place to discuss them-and it could stir up some pretty heated debates! LOL!
For anyone that hasn't received the word-their address is as follows:
Soldiers Name
519th MP BN
118th MP CO (ABN)APO AE 09390
I am heading to Sam's Club this afternoon to buy him power strips to send over. He said all they could find were the European strips and of course none of his equipment-laptop, radio chargers, etc. ran off of that. He had purchased an inverter that would convert the 220v to 110v, but it only had 1 plug. He needed power strips! So, his first package from home will be-power strips, dvds, beef jerky, summer sausage and some butterscoth candies.
If any one is purchasing dvd's to send over, please email a list to tntdesigns@kc.rr.com I thought it would be a good idea to keep a running list on the blog of the dvd titles so that as we purchase dvds to send over that we can purchase different titles and they can then share. That way they don't all have the same thing. Derek thought that was a good idea. You can find the list in the "categories" section of the blog.
Well, that is it for me today. I keep telling him-eyes open-head down. (he is 6 foot 4). Figured it was appropriate in his case!
Join Us for a Wonderful Adventure!-Original Post-18 July 2006
Thanks for coming to visit on "our porch". Feel free to browse through the discussions, and to post your own. Did you receive word from your soldier today? Tell the rest of us about it! While we don't want to know the details of your discussion, simply posting that you heard from your soldier will help a neighbor who hasn't had that word feel a little better knowing that the soldiers are okay.
Join Us On Our Porch!
Thanks for coming to visit on "our porch". Feel free to browse through the discussions, and to post your own. Did you receive word from your soldier today? Tell the rest of us about it! While we don't want to know the details of your discussion, simply posting that you heard from your soldier will help a neighbor who hasn't had that word feel a little better knowing that the soldiers are okay.
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