Please do not ever give even the appearance of making light of our
veterans who have suffered or aid those who do.

Excuse that this is a particularly sore subject for me right now. I
received an email from a member of an org that helps provide basics,
toiletries and T-shirts, for persons at Nashville's VA Hosp. They are
in need of everything. It tore at my heart that these persons, who
have put themselves in harm's way at the behest of this nation are
reduced to this. That a war in which they were called to serve is
unpopular does not change the fact that, if I or mine needed them,
they would be there to answer the call.

Two hours later I received a call from a lifelong dearest friend who
received the PH in VN. He has had bouts of PTSD ever since and is in
real trouble now. He began the conversation by saying, "Our daddies
were heroes." I replied, "So are you."

My eldest cousin didn't survive PTSD. Dear Lord God in Heaven,
please, please, Almighty God, do not take another one from me because
of what war did to him.

I told my friend that, now with Daddy gone, I'd had to eliminate the
threat of a Copperhead on my patio by myself. So antithetical was
this act to everything that is me, my friend said, "Don't ever do it
again. Call me." A manly man but possessed with the gentlest of
souls.

If there were a Copperhead on your patio, would you call McCain or
Obama to dispatch it?

Really, friends and neighbors, think about it.

Faye