Thursday, 05 November 2009

• It has been a long time, but this I must post...

  My life changed when I moved to a community outside Fort Hood, Texas.  I had fallen in love with my now ex-husband, Bill Weekley. We owned a house, I had a huge group of wonderful friends, many of whom I am still friends with,  we had two cars and lived in one of the best neighborhoods in the area.  We got one of the first Super Walmarts in the country and I had a clothes line between the 3 story high oak tree with a tree swing and my two pear trees. I had irises that bloomed every year and when we mowed the lawn the mint was so strong it made you smile and sweat all at the same time. I had a wonderful life.

  My husband did not work on main post, but I spent many a time at the Readiness Center as a volunteer. I sit here at school with tears running down my face not only for the families and the residents of Fort Hood, not for so many that this will effect, but for all of our troops, their families and our country.  This war is killing people, not just over there, but more over here. Suicide watch here at Fort Wainwright is at an all time high. They do not release that to the people in the community, but again, I still have friends.

  I feel for the gunmen, something broke in them, and that something was the years we spent with a tyrant, a liar and a warmonger as our Commander and Chief.  I found out that a child that was injured was from a family that our family had been stationed with. We were never close, but we lived on the same block at another post. I wonder who else I will find out was lost.

  Fort Hood is a huge community, the largest military post in the free world in fact, but it always felt small. We were all family, even if we did not know the woman that was going through the cantaloupes next to you, or the mother looking for the right size summer clothes on the clearance rack in October. We always smiled at one another in the PX, or giggle at the kids playing in the parks.  No matter who we are, we were a family.  I will always miss that the most since my divorce. I still feel like I lost so much.

  I hope that this will further instill the need for better care for the families and the soldiers returning from overseas, especially in the war torn countries. I hope this will instill the fact that sending them out for their 5 tour in 7 years is just a bit to much.  I would gladly pay a higher tax just so the money went to the VA hospitals and my military families, for they are the ones that allow me to chose to go to school and study at my age. That let me go to the store on my own and wear what I want and play the music I want and worship how I do. I know this sounds cliche but it is not, it is necessary. WE HAVE to begin to heal as a country. We need to recognize that these people are going to break. We cannot focus on the travesty but on the healing. I hope all of you who read this can understand this necessity.

  I give my tears back to those that are most effected by this horrible tragedy. I send wishes of hope and especially of healing as I will be lighting candles for all the souls effected, including the gunmen tonight when I get home. And I send a message to my Commander and Chief to take this not as a political ploy but a message that there are more than the health insurance issue to worry about but about those people he is in command of, and their families. Blessed Be to all.

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