While the rest of the nation reacted to the shock of losing 32 young people in one instance of violence on the campus of VA Tech, we members of military families have been experiencing this kind of shock every day for more than four years -- FOUR YEARS.
As of this writing, 3,319 troops have died ... four more than yesterday. At the rate our troops are dying, that count could be at 5,000 by this time next year. Just as Bush doesn't want a time limit set on fighting this war, he apparently doesn't want a limit imposed on how many troops can die either.
During my son's first deployment in 1993, (I think she probably means, 2003) I learned that my job, as his mother, is to bolster his morale and to keep him focused on "getting the job done." And, most importantly, to keep my doubts and concerns to myself.
So, I've been sitting and watching as the number of casualties roll over like the electricity meter on the side of my house ... silently, relentlessly, out of sight to "real people" (as one commentator on this blog calls those who are not connected to the military.) I live in fear that my son may have to pay the ultimate price for this adminstration's gross mishandling of the war, making him just another blip on that meter, no matter how brave or heroic he may have been in the service of his country.
My son is now on his second deployment in Iraq, fighting al Qaeda in Diyala Province with the Army's Stryker Brigade. He believed this administration's lies about WMDs until he returned home from his first deployment; he believed he was bringing democracy to the people of Iraq until he got to Baghdad and was getting shot at by the people he helped free; and he believed he was defending us here at home from terrorism ... until he got to Diyala and realized that the terrorist are everywhere in the Middle East and increasing in number and skill -- no matter how many were killed.
And when he got the news that his deployment had been extended by 4 months, he didn't know who or what to believe. Now he's just fighting to get through the next six months so he can come home to his family.
I don't know what goes on in the minds of George W. Bush or Dick Cheney or Donald Rumsfeld or Karl Rove or any other power-crazed, greed driven, middle-aged white man of excessive privilege with no military service record or children serving in the military, but I do know this: they haven't a clue what our lives are like or what our troops are going through.
This Commander in Chief has wrapped himself in the American flag, has us military families covering his flank with our silence, and stands behind troops who took an oath to serve the President, shielding himself from any criticism or accusations of wrong-doing.
This president is acting more like a schoolyard bully or authoritarian king than head of the world's strongest democratic nation.
Our troops won the war they were sent to fight. What we have now is "King George's Oil War." Even our legislature failed to do its duty of oversight, putting the cost of this war onto our children and grandchildren.
Surreal, that pretty much describes my reality, caught in a state of nonexistence where I have no voice, no say, and no power to extricate my son from a very, very dangerous situation. The parents of the surviving VA Tech students could rush to their children, scoop them up and shelter them from further acts of senseless violence. We military families cannot, we are told to go home, keep our lives as normal as possible and pray -- no matter how badly our civilian leadership fails to protect them from harm.
But I think it's time we military families wake up, get out into the public arena, empower ourselves and BE HEARD. As long as we are silent and invisible, THIS NIGHTMARE WILL GO ON.
I can no longer sit and wait for common sense or decency or truth to prevail. And I'm certainly not going to wait for this administration to finally get its act together -- this president has had more than six years to prove himself.
And he has failed -- miserably.

