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I've read all the comments; I read the article--

I am not sure I would be sincere if I said, "thank you" for posting this, but . . .

I would rather know the truth.

It's horrible. I am sad. My heart goes out to this 'child'. He's not old enough to drink in most states.

As for the military, I am torn, deeply. I have NO connections to the military at all, though for a time briefly one of my loved ones 'flirted' with it and got injured before going overseas, and that is when *our* eyes were opened to what is going on, even at boot camp. This person did this without our blessing, and--we hope it will never happen again.

So, sometimes a young person will go 'berserk' and join the military, even a young person who was taught peace his/her entire life, and then what do parents do? We never glorified war; we did not watch war movies; we did not entertain violence in any form--

so what happens to these young people.

A parent can't just turn off, shut off love for a young person when that young person makes such a choice. Recruiters are, in my opinion, monsters.

And often judgement is poor. As an anti-war person (with my spouse) I was completely 'blown away' when this happened. I didn't stop loving my child. My greatest fear was that death or worse would come to my child--

My heart was in my throat, and I prayed non-stop and had bleary eyes from no sleep, and my food tasted like straw--

and then came the news that this young one whom we had taught (home school even), nurtured, warned about war, read the constitution to, fed healthy foods, etc.--

had been assaulted by a fellow soldier, brutally, and had said, "this isn't what I want" when the sargeant defended the aggressor and expected pain killers to take care of the injury--

and, rather than agreeing to continue in the military, slept on a concrete floor for two weeks, while the commanding officer tried to convince our young one to stay in--

at least our young one is stubborn. During that time the sargeant, from too many tours in Iraq, committed suicide, and the unit was in chaos--

a young person coughing up blood who was also told by the army doctor, "pain killers are all you need" was there on the concrete with our child.

I suppose we could have said, "we're disowning you for doing this ridiculous thing", but our young person was feeling desperate economically--

and parental love doesn't stop.

The most beautiful words I ever heard, when it was all over, and our young one was home were, "I didn't want to become a killing machine; I didn't know what it was all about when I went in."

Yes, this is heartbreaking; this is very heartbreaking.

it's hard to be awake; it's easier to dream--