Sunday, January 6, 2013

Story of a Soldier's Mom


Ryan is the golden boy. Blonde hair, blue eyes. Tall. Very handsome. My baby.

Why can't he talk to me from Baghdad? Right, they spy on everything he says, but I'm a master at getting info out of him. Rapid fire questions....that's a talent of mine.

Fast forward to 2008. Ryan and I run to each other on Christmas Eve. He looks so buff!

Then I find out he's 100% disabled by PTSD. He's so can he be so broken?
But he is broken. I hardly know my last born anymore. And he won't talk about it.

But this morning, January 6, 2013, he came over talking about all the depleted Uranium he touched, breathed in, probably ate. Made reverse bombs so they could track the terrorists.

Sparingly, I had been telling him..."don't take those shots!" "Mom, they have a drive through!"
PLEASE DON'T TAKE THE SHOTS! I don't get any shots. "Ryan! They experiment on Veterans, I say with love. He thinks I'm a conspiracy steps, I tell myself....
Then I have to, just have to tell him about the Tuskeegee Airmen. I felt so bad doing it, but today he seemed to get it. It took years of baby steps. And I'm sure I don't know 1/10th of it. I'm just a mom. Who loves her boy so much I can't stay quiet.

When he finally talks more, I will tell you's a very slow process, obviously.

Ace, guest blogger is a mother of an Iraqi war vet, she can be found at the Revolutionary Radio Chat Room

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