We all grew up on Stg. Rock, even after Vietnam.

All of these wonderful young men and women that serve in Iraq and Afghanistan...HOOO Fucking RAH.

To all that you have seen, heard and witnessed, on our behalf in Iraq and Afghanistan, do not be silent.  Let us hear, let us know. SHOUT OUT.

To All Veterans. Thank FUCKING you.

My ancestor fought in 1777.  He came back to his bride wounded and with slaves and a family to support. I put the slaves first, because that was the first codicil in his widow's will:

1. I have lost the farm and filed for a pension.  I am waiting.
2. To my children I bequeth the following slave families, as I do not want them separated or sold.

My direct ancestor was the second son.  As primogeniture still ruled in the colony of Virginia in the late 1700's he set out for Missouri, where he made well by starting the first Bank, Lumber Mill and Fire House, (after his house burnt down.) in Columbia Missouri.

That is where my Grandmother was born.  She was a General's daughter, and her father and my grandfather served with Pershing in the first World War.

They both returned safely, my Grandfather only to be just right to pick off the tree and serve in Burma from 1941 to 1946.  He was involved in the War Crimes Trials in Shanghai against the Japanese until '46.

Oh, I forgot to mention that I have two Maternal ancestors who died in the Civil War.  One in Price's Army for the Confederates on the bank of the Mississippi. The other at the Battle of Antietam for the Union.

Anyhoo...One ancestor was the first graduate of an exclusive Prep School in the NE to go to West Point.  He is my great-grandfather.

My Uncle was the first Air Force Pilot to be killed in Vietnam.  I wear his bracelet today.  Any boomer will remember those bracelets. And for those of you who remember all of the acronyms of the dead he was reported: KIA/MIA/POW/BNF.  For newbies to these horrific acryonyms, it is Killed in Action, Missing in Action. Prisoner of War, and Body Not Found.  He was killed his first day in Vietnam as an Advisor to the Vietnamese under JFK.  He was 29, had flown 67 missions in Korea, and is on the first panel of the Vietnam Memorial in D.C.  He left a wife and five children behind.  I didn't get to know my cousins becuase he died when I was 3.

I was there in D.C. in '80, 0r '81 when they dedicated the memorial, I only remember that President Actor did not appear and that when I walked into my Law Firm on K. Street in DC on Monday morning, everyone had seen me weeping on NBC Nightly News.  This was before cable.

My husband is 100 percent disabled from his service in Vietnam.

My brother is suffering with alcholism and PTSD from his service flying off carriers in Desert Storm.

I love the Military.

I hate War.

Please Obama, keep your promise, bring them all home.

We have a new generation of vets who are overwhelmed by coming home, and don't have anyone to reach out to.

Write me here.

I will listen.

You will survive.

The VA Hospital system is overloaded and underfunded.

You will only know if you have to live it.

I hate the fucking two wars that we are fighting.

Don't forget those who are dying every day on  your behalf.

Mothers , Fathers, Sisters, Brother, Grandfathers, and Grandmothers are going in the ground so you won't have to think about your freedom.

Let it ring

Let us not forget.

Peace Out.

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