Why Supporting the Troops but Not the War is an Oxymoron.
It's 2 am. I'm in the bathroom with the shower running standing over my brother. He lays on the floor, naked, with his Army issued underwear the only thing preserving any kind of dignity for him. Thoughts swirl about me. I wonder how this night turned out like this and how we ended up here. I run my fingers caressingly through his hair and talk soothingly to him about God forgiving him and how he needs to forgive himself. I talk to him about how the good he's done far outweighs any bad. I remind him how much value he has in my life and so many others who love him so much. I talk and talk and most of what comes out of my mouth I know is being given to me at the right time by the man upstairs. He talks through me, in a way. I pray. I pray silently, I pray aloud. I tell him God has a plan for him and he can't even begin to comprehend what that plan is but that it plays into this whole mess somehow. The water is running in the background. I worry that the hot water will run out before I have the chance to get him to agree to get in. He stops the screams and sobs for just a moment and I think if I keep talking it will just get better. His pregnant significant other is by the toilet feeling helpless, I'm sure. His daughter sleeps in the next room. While I talk she washes his back, his legs, his feet with a soapy towel. I say the wrong thing. I didn't mean to. He faces winces in the most horrific style and his mouth opens up to let out a silent scream. Tears roll down his cheeks. He finally gets out his scream. His voice is hoarse from hours of this already. His hands go up and he stares at them apparently terrified. "There's blood on my hands! There's blood on my hands!" He starts his chant. I think he's freaking out about a cut endured while punching some glass. I assure him that it isn't that bad, we'll fix it up. So stupid. It isn't what he was talking about. I just lay on the floor with him and take his hands that seem to be the source of all fear at the present moment and wrap his arms around me. He squeezes. Hard. In order to avoid saying the wrong thing again I just keep repeating, "It's okay. It's okay." After a little while we get him to sit in the shower, in his underwear, and I see him as I saw him as a child. She washes the rest of him and then he stands up on his own. The shower is apparently having the calming affect I had hoped for. He slips, he falls, he gets back up. Then from a place deep inside of him he grunts, "Hooah. Hooah. Hooah." This is also repeated. It's much better than things he was chanting before. I think it makes him feel better. I chant with him. He smiles. He laughs. He dries off, gets in bed, has a glass of water, says I love you, falls asleep. I cry. I am angry. I am angry at every person who spews the soundbytes about hating the war and not the soldier, supporting the soldier but not the war. Some may read this and say, "Why?! See what the war DID to this soldier?" Stop right there. My brother listened to one of his own family members ask him if he killed anyone that wasn't armed. In essence accused him of being a murderer. He meant no harm. When I asked why the hell he would even ask him that, his response was, "I saw it on the news." What message are we relaying to our soldiers when they return home? What are we saying to them if we don't support what they were doing? This is what you get when you support the soldier and not the war. You aren't supporting the soldier at all. The soldier would rather you HATE him because then, at least, he can brush off your crazy views of what we're doing over there to you just being crazy. It's deceitful. When you say you support him and not what he does you are- (excuse my language here, I am ANGRY) - you are MINDFUCKING HIM. And they don't need anymore mindfucks. So next time you want to look good and say you support our soldiers, but not their war, why don't you just NOT. We all know what you mean. The soldier knows it best. My brother went to war. Physically he came back. But my brother didn't come back. I have faith that one day he will. Until them stop your mindfucks and let him get better.
Sincerely,
One PISSED OFF sister of an AMERICAN SOLDIER.
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The unseen scars heal slower. It sounds as if he has good people who care
Thank you for your dedication. Thank your brother for his service.
Bob
Gathering of Eagles
Then to be one to have to actually engage and kill someone because they are filled with this evil and if they (the soldier) doesn't kill the evil filled one, he knows the evil filled one will destroy him and possibly might even make it to his homeland and brutally torture and/or kill those he loves the most in this world. For someone filled with the love of God through Christ Jesus, it is one of the hardest things to do. Because of this love, the soldiers are thrown out of balance because it is so hard for them to comprehend the hatred that comes in this evil. Then to also know that he the soldier has taken someone's life (even though it's the right thing to do), that also wears hard on a persons spirit and soul. It hurts all the way deep into the soul.
The adrenalin keeps them going while they are in battle, with the constant thoughts of ridding this world of this hate-filled evil, and praying all the while that it never touches their loved ones back home and also praying he makes it home to be with the ones he loves most in this world. He's engaged in this warfare for months on end and then he makes it home......................
He makes it home and he never wants to see evil again. The adrenalin stops finally and he's rejoicing because he knows his loved one are safe and removed from this evil he has witnessed and fought all the time he was away in battle.
Then in his own country, he hears those stupid self-centered people who know nothing of what they spew about. He hears their traitorous words, their disdain for him and all of his brothers that so bravely fought beside him and also for his brothers and sisters that fell. Their words are hateful and it doesn't matter to them, they mean for their words to be hateful and they mean for their words to incite pain and shame. He, the soldier is broken hearted over what he has endured, survived and witnessed and yet he is glad to have protected his homeland but most importantly his family he loved so dearly. Then he has to deal with the bile that comes out of these godless people's mouths. They spew lies and spew about things they know nothing about. He also learns some of his countrymen (women - code pinko's type) have even given hundred's of thousands of dollars to the very people filled with this evil to kill him: this soldier who went to war to protect them the traitors. He learns from watching tv, many of the people working as journalist are not telling the truth of what's truly happening there, which in turn, his countrymen, these journalist are lying about him and his brothers and sisters who are battling this evil in Iraq. He hears the lies and his soul mourns and doesn't understand how they could do this to him, his brothers and sisters and his fallen brothers and sisters. How could the very people they had fought to protect, turn and do this evil against him, them. His own countrymen. Then to make it worse his own family member insinuates he's a cold blood murderer. My mind and heart wonder if the war was easier to deal with than the evil he is ambushed with when he gets back home.
There are many people in our country that don't appreciate what the soldier has done for them. These very people are a Big Ugly Stain upon our country and their stain is hurting our soldiers loving hearts and souls.
This has to stop. There has to be a way to make people be accountable for the words they spew and then hide behind "freedom of speech."
Our soldiers are the good guys and all of these traitors that are causing harm to our soldiers are not patriots. They are not patriotic, they are sum!!!!! They are the worst of this nation and they bring shame on their families because of their hate for American. Yes I said it, those protesting are stupid! I will not call them ignorant because they are not, they choose to stay in the mindsets they love to waller in, and the media is just as bad, they give these UNAMERICAN'S a platform to spew their bile. There is nothing good about them!!!
I have to stop here. My heart is broken for your brother and all of our returning troops. I need to dry my eyes and try to figure out what can be done to stop all of the lying about our troops. I say libel cases should be filed against the journalist and all people who lie about what is truly happening. How can we as a country stand for these deceitful actions and words being spoken against our troops.
I will be praying for your brother, your family and for all of troops. Bless you and thank you for sharing this with us. May God deal with those who are doing this evil to our troops and rejoicing in this evil.
Heartbreaking. Thank God your brother has people who care about him to help him the best they can. I really am at a loss for words, nothing I could say can make it any better. I no longer keep my mouth shut when someone says they support the troops, but not the war. I try to educate myself and people around me. The apathy is mind boggling. I believe your brother is a HERO. And our country is failing him. It's embarrassing. I'm so sorry. I keep him in my prayers.
May you see God's light on the path ahead
When the road you walk is dark.
May you always hear,
Even in your hour of sorrow,
The gentle singing of the lark.
When times are hard may hardness
Never turn your heart to stone,
May you always remember
when the shadows fall—
You do not walk alone.
XOXOXOXOXOX