Sleeping America - Not for some parents....

I keep asking myself day after day, year after year, WHEN WILL WE STAND UP FOR OUR COUNTRY? FOR OUR FREEDOM? I am sickened daily with the events we live through. While it kills the pit of my soul the effects on the people I come across are very little from what I see. People going about their life, bitching about if another hurricane will blow through here. Bitching about what happens to the personally but not giving a thought what goes on outside their world. Thousands are dead in their names as Americans, and it seams to me very few give a shit. And because so many don't give a shit is the reason why our government can get away with what they do.

May peace be inside all of us,
Cindy

Another Sleepless Night

By Georgia Stillwell / Military Families Speak Out

I am living in a nightmare.

Is all this pain and destruction ever going to end? I am hearing all these other stories of pain and devastation of families. The knot that lives inside my stomach since the war began is growing. I used to be able to alleviate it somewhat by purging myself through my writing or my activism. I can’t anymore. There isn’t anymore relief. I refer you to the following blog.

Military families outside the Capital for 6 weeks and hardly anyone notices....

People on a hunger strike outside the White house on their 27th day and hardly a whisper.

Many participating in acts of civil disobedience no one hears.

Mothers hugging tombstones trying to will their children back to life.

Mothers lying awake at night crying for their children who have returned home and are living in PTSD hells we can’t even fathom -- I am one of these.

Families who feel like they can’t breathe while their loved one is currently in harms way... waiting for the dreaded knock on the door.

Our children injured and maimed.

Dead Iraqi Men, Women, children and babies. More than we even know.

We cry alone and we cry together. Embracing each other through this vile creature called war. It has wrapped us in its arms. I feel no escape.

How much love will it take to end this war? My child is your child and their children are our children and we all are interconnected. Please God end this madness.

America... AMERICA... AMERICA... America, SAVE OUR CHILDREN!!!

Am I yelling into a barren land of souls? I am begging, I am pleading, and I am on my knees... Do whatever needs to be done. Do whatever you can and then do even more.

I know that there are people out there doing all they can and with all my heart I thank you!

Its 3AM... another late night rambling from a soldier’s mother who can’t sleep. My son will never be the same. How I miss my boy… the tears streaming down my face now. I am helpless to erase the memories.

The memories of his fellow soldier’s brains spattered on him, the face of the young boy my son killed because they thought he had a bomb, and he didn’t. My son wounded by shrapnel, the medals he received which are in the bottom of a drawer in an old Wal-Mart plastic bag.

My last trip to Washington D.C. I met with many high officials but the biggest event was when I called home to my son and told him what I was doing and I heard the voice of my first born child say “Thanks Mom.”

I have purged myself again, though never feeling completely clean. Maybe I’ll sleep. Maybe I’ll dream of a world where we don’t kill each other.

And sometimes a picture says a thousand words... a picture of my son in Iraq at 19 years old. Specialist Robert Stillwell: