Monthly Archives: September 2010

Basic Compassion Training (BCT) 101

I had such fun on the radio with Yankee Mom earlier this past week. If you haven’t had a chance, take a listen. We had a lot of fun talking about the practical side of troop support — what it means and what citizens can do to support our troops now and for the long haul!

While I was talking Deb asked me if I ever had anyone ask me dumb questions. I was reminded of a post I wrote way back when Mike first rolled into Baghdad — he was preparing for Baqubah and the surge, but I was still ignorant of what was going to happen. Really, at that point, ignorance was best for me.

I thought you all would get a kick out of these questions. Some asked to me directly and some asked to other blue star parents/wives that I know. If you’ve got one to share, please comment. I would love to start a collection.

Enjoy!

BASIC COMPASSION TRAINING (BCT) 101

A few weeks ago I wrote an entry concerning mothers and deployment. Today I want to talk about a related topic — a topic that is related because it impacts the difficulty of deployment for families.

Some of the military moms that I have the immense pleasure of knowing and chatting with are underground. Yes. I have heard them tell one another to not even mention that their son or daughter is in Iraq in a conversation until they can be sure that the person to whom they are speaking will not go off on a tirade of anti-war sentiment. It’s not as if myself or these other moms walk around with a huge sign that our sons are soldiers, but it certainly does come up in conversation when it is warranted.

I support and uphold any citizen’s right to air their grievances where any institution is involved — including the military. This is one of the basic and fundamental rights for which my son is currently fighting to preserve. These basic rights are what compelled my husband to leave the civilian world and work as a soldier to support the efforts of our Army. This is in no way, shape or form, a call to silence people. This is my own airing of grievances, and I choose to do it here where it is relatively safe. I choose to do it here because if someone wants to say something hateful and non-supportive, I have the option of deleting their comment. It is an option I wish I had at times in my physical reality.

There are those in our society who feel an intense opposition to the war in which we are currently engaged. Again, I respect their right to protest, to voice their discontent, and to do whatever they have to do, within the limits of the law, to make their voices heard. I, in turn, reserve my own right to voice my own opposition to the way in which some of their opposers voice their discontent.

Sometimes you do have people around you who are genuine, and who are truly trying to find something to say when they learn that you have a loved one in Iraq. I honestly feel for them. I know that awkward feeling of not knowing what to say, but feeling compelled to say something anyway. I have found that saying “I really don’t know what to say, but I will be praying for you.” is a safe and honest response. I would rather hear that than hear a comment that leaves us both feeling uncomfortable.

I thought I would do a quick “Cliff Notes” version of some of the things I have heard personally, or have heard from other families. These are things that were hurtful or just straight out insensitive. Some of the comments are things that I think well meaning people utter without thinking about what they are saying. Oh, and yes the comments below are real comments and real questions. No one could make this stuff up!

I think I may put these on note cards so that when I am caught in the moment I can rattle off a retort. It is so hard to do on the spot sometimes:

“I don’t know why your son would join the military right now. This war is illegal and wrong! (insert a tirade of political gobbledygook here)”

OK, here’s the skinny. My son joined because he does not believe this is an illegal war. Your opinion is just that — opinion. Many young men and women are rising to the challenge to defend this Country and to defend your right to say the things you just did. Please, find someone to vent to who can listen to you and appreciate it. I am not that person.

“Your son should have stayed in college!”

There is a concept in Social Work that we call “Self Determination.” It is something that adults do. He is a man, and quite capable of making his own decisions, and I happen to be very proud of him for his decision to join.

“Stop worrying. I know your son will be just fine. Have a little faith.”

I appreciate that you are trying to comfort me, but those words minimize my very real and surmounting fears. How do you know that every thing will be just fine? How can you say that? Also, please realize that voicing my fears and frustrations is not an indicator of a lack of faith. It is an outward manifestation of my frailty and my humanity.

“Has your son ever had killed anyone?” (yes this is a real question, and one that soldiers get asked sometimes too) I am going to quote my son here:

“Why do you want to know? To know if I might be one step away from being a PTSD case? Or is it because you want to live vicariously through me? Is it because you understand the thought process that goes behind having to pull the trigger on a living, breathing, human being?   [Maybe] you want me to prove that I’m a killer, and upon receiving that proof you want to use it to show how the military changes good men. The military, and combat, does change good men; it changes them into people who respect life more than anyone else could ever understand. Stop asking.”

“Where are you going to bury your son if something should happen?”

Say what? You did NOT just ask me that! Either you are a very tactless salesman for the local cemetery or you are very socially inept. Basically, you had better get out of arms reach of me, and quickly. First, let’s talk about all of your thoughts on the death of your own child, and then maybe we can get to mine. I still can’t believe you just said that!

“Has your son ever seen a dead body?”

Dude, he’s in Baghdad. He’s smack in the middle of a combat zone. Now, let’s play a game of connect the dots!

“What do you think about Cindy Sheehan?”

The only thing that she and I have in common is that our sons have both served in the military and served in Iraq. She does not represent military mothers any more than the rest of us. We all have our opinions, and hers bought her a season of fame. Her son is a fallen hero, and I hold him in highest regard. Other than that I do not think about her at all.

And, I will finish with my all time ‘favorite.’ This was said to a mother of a deployed soldier by someone who noticed the yellow ribbon magnet on her car. He spoke before he knew he was speaking to a soldier’s mom, but unfortunately I don’t know if that knowledge would have stopped him. :

“Those magnets are stupid and cheesy. You aren’t supporting the troops by displaying that. If you really wanted to support them you would demand that they come home.”

If you think for one moment that the mother, wife, father, husband or any loved one of a deployed soldier wants him in a combat zone then you really are a few clowns short of a circus. We don’t want them there, but we support them being there because we understand that it is necessary. Balancing paradoxical emotions and understandings is hard work, but we manage. You have no clue what that woman does for the troops. I am sure it goes beyond a magnet on her car.

Furthermore, leave her alone and let her have her ribbon magnet. She is minding her own business, abiding by the law and harming no one. What makes you think she should have to stand there and be verbally assaulted by you because she is displaying a very public symbol of a personal reality. Oh, and I always have an extra magnet and contact information to send a soldier a care package, here’s my card since you are anxious to support our guys!

I am afraid that this is to be continued….

You can’t go home again… reflections on coming home.

Thomas Wolfe, a Southern writer of regional fame, is most famous for this quote (and for the book about it.) Of course you can technically go home again, but can you, emotionally speaking? What about when you’ve gone through experiences that have changed you so drastically while away from home? I don’t know.

I have mentioned before that I was raised in Arizona, but I left that state more than 22-years ago. I left there a young adult with little experience in the world. I have not been to a war zone, but the last 23-years of my life have had moments of “battle” so to speak and times that nearly broke me.

What happens when we leave home as young adults and experience the hot pressures of life that transform us? We can go back home physically to that location, but everything is different. Somehow there is almost a cruel irony as you see the landscape before you set against the backdrop of your memories. The memories are deceiving to a degree… because you simply can not contain every detail. So you go home and the luster is lacking. During those intense trials of life we tend to idealize “home” and we use it as an anchor for our hope.

I have to wonder how much more this would be if I experienced the heat of battle. Away from home for the first time. My first time out of the Country. My first time ever witnessing death. I think we are foolish to ever think that a young man or woman can go away for 12 months or more, experience battle, and then come home unchanged. I am not saying changed for the worst, mind you! I mean just changed as a normal human response to experiencing such huge life changing events.

The home front needs to be stable but also responsive, and we have to accept that our homes will be affected. We have to go into war with our eyes wide open and then receive them back home with a fluidity that allows for changes. It’s alright. I don’t think that changed people are a disorder. I think anyone who assumes they should come home unchanged and unaffected is disordered.

Ultimately the only way to regain “normalcy” is to understand that the “norm” is always changing. It’s the deep framework of who we are, our faith, our values, our love for each other, that remains constant. That’s where the foundation lies and what ever is built up around it will be eclectic and will simply reflect the experiences we have had over the past 5-years of military life. We are who we are and there has been a lot of peace for me, personally in just embracing that concept.

Honoring Sergeant Brandon E. Maggart

Yesterday YouServed wrote about SGT Brandon Maggart, a 24 year old soldier from Kirksville, MO, killed by insurgents on 22 Aug 2010.  Brandon left behind a young wife and son.  He was posthumously awarded the Bronze Star.

Somehow, SGT Maggart has drawn the unwanted attention of the Westboro Baptist Church in Kansas.  The following was sent in from an individual who attended the funeral.

The wife and I packed up the girls and drove the hour or so to Macon tonight to be on SGT Maggart’s procession route between the funeral and burial site at the veteran’s cemetery. Macon is about a 30 minute drive from where his funeral was held and where Westboro would be protesting.

I was completely filled with apprehension about the entire deal. My wife had first suggested that we attend the night before and I was like, “Are you serious? Do you want your daughters to watch Daddy go to jail?”

I am not a big, tough guy and I’m not going to pretend to be, but I was really concerned about how I would react. I really didn’t think I could be in the presence of those animals shouting at a mother who is about to bury her son. I didn’t think I could even glance at 3 year old little boy who just lost his entire world and bear the insults. Not for a soldier. Not when he intentionally placed his life in danger to protect others. Soldiers die and that is a reality. One of the only things left for a family to cling to is the knowledge that their soldier died for something we all believed in. Our way of life, our freedom, the entire equation is dependent on all of us believing and some of us sacrificing.

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Infographic: Military Populations

Millions of Americans will spend Labor Day weekend marking the unofficial end to summer with backyard barbecues and back-to-school anxiety.

But it’s just another stretch of dedicated service for thousands of American military members. To honor their continual labor, we wanted to share this excellent graphic, which provides a quick snapshot of some of the country’s busiest spots for active duty service members.

During your day of rest, consider taking a moment or two to think about those who serve.

Fallen Soldier Sergeant Brandon E. Maggart

Brandon Maggart’s son Blake

SGT Brandon Maggart is a 24 year old soldier from Kirksville, MO.  This was his second tour in Iraq.  He was killed by insurgents on 22 Aug 2010.  He left behind a young wife and son.  He was posthumously awarded the Bronze Star.

Somehow, SGT Maggart has drawn the unwanted attention of the Westboro Baptist Church in Kansas.  This is the group that has become infamous for desecrating the burial of our heroes. They will be picketing his funeral this evening in Kirksville.  I understand that the Patriot riders will be on hand to shield the grieving family members from their protest.

Missourians will be gathering in support of SGT Maggart’s family along Hwy 63 on the route between his funeral and his burial site at the Missouri Veterans Cemetery in Jacksonville, MO where he will be buried with full honors.

Guest Post: Day at the Beach

GUANTANAMO BAY, Cuba by JTF Guantanamo

We recently opened YouServed.com for contributions from all Military members and Veterans. SGT Hovertank, a nine-year Army Reserve Veteran and now a VA Mortgage Center.com Loan Officer, is our first taker.

Each week we’ll post a new part of his article, “Day at the Beach,” recounting the Sergeant’s first-hand stories and observations from GTMO.

I’m not much of a writer but I’ve been kicking myself forever for not taking the time to jot down some of my experiences and the blog was a great excuse. I should probably say that I hope someone else enjoys reading my observations or is somehow enriched because I’ve chosen to share my memories. Frankly, that would be a lie. I’ve amused myself so much retracing these steps and remembering all of these people that I’m not terribly concerned anymore if anyone even reads it, much less likes it. Just in case, however, here is an intro to get everyone up to speed.

The most exciting and rewarding job I have ever had was working as an analyst in the interrogation cell at JTF-170. I was fortunate enough to be one of the original 20 people who stood up the interrogation facility in GTMO in 2002. I was literally there when the Seabees built the first tool shed intended as an interrogation booth. I was there when we got to treat our foreign guests to blaring renditions of “Back in Black” and “God Bless America” every morning. You’ll have to forgive me if some of my dates or unit designations are incorrect. All of this has been written down many years after the fact and I’m sure to get some things wrong. I have changed all names, but if you happen to recognize yourself from any of my descriptions please feel free to burn me (in writing) in effigy.

It’s appropriate to give some background for my assignment to JTF-160/170 Guantanamo Bay, Cuba and how an insurance salesman was briefly an NCOIC in the most highly scrutinized facility on earth.

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Dancing the re-deployment dance!

Oh yeah! We were informed this morning a little after 5 am that our soldier had landed in Bangor Maine! He is now in route to his final destination. We are thrilled beyond belief! It has been one long and frustrating year, to say the least. We are so grateful he is home safe and sound. Next? Germany. Of course that will come after much celebrating and some training.

Thank you all for your prayers over the past year!