Pentagon To the Rescue


To say I’m glad to see other stories of soldiers whose service and sacrifice has been so blatantly dismissed by the military is a comfort would be inaccurate. And yet, this article in the Army Times confirms my long-standing outcry of betrayal at the hands of the military. It is the same military dunderheads that have so far refused to acknowledge my husband’s death in a combat zone at the hands of a traitor that denies so many others their proper recognition and thanks. The same military my husband so proudly wore the uniform for. The same military that sent my husband straight into the path of the traitor who killed him, let that killer go free even after he plead guilty, and then shoveled dirt on my husband’s sacrifice as surely as it shoveled dirt on his grave.
Didn’t any of their mothers, fathers, teachers, mentors teach these people the power of saying “Thank You?” And not the kind of insulting, lip-service thank you in a form letter that in one sentence denies our loved one the very acknowledgement his death demands and in the next reminds us that our loved on is a hero. Nope – that nonsense is maddening, to put it mildly. I’m talking about the real Thank You. The kind that acknowledges that without people like our husbands, wives, sons, daughters, willing to serve and sacrifice their limbs, minds, or lives to defend our nation, we would be lost. The kind of acknowledgment that ensures no family has to see their loved one’s name disappear from history the way the military has erased my husband.
Bravo, Pentagon, for stepping in to oversee this review. And shame on the military for having to be forced to comply, instead of leading the way.

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