Always

I am the proud Daughter, Sister, and Mother
of America's finest, that fight or have fought~
so that we can live in freedom.

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This picture is dedicated to my son
Pfc. Darren Turner, who is currently
serving in the United States Army
Thank you son, and all those in
our militray~we are praying for you!

To Osama and the Boys from an American Wife & Mother:

Well, the government finally named you as a suspect,
so I guess it's fair to talk about you now.
Thought you had us, didn't you?
What a laugh! You did more to unify
this country than George Washington.

See, we Americans had gotten sort of distracted.
We worried about things like lockboxes, taxes,
and who was committing hanky panky with whom.
We were too stressed to reach out to one another,
to sit down and talk with our kids,
to call our spouses at work and tell them we loved them.
We were MUCH too busy to even think about giving blood
or going to the hardware store to buy and hang an American flag.

You changed all that, Osama, you and your gang of creeps.
I met my neighbors in the park across the street tonight.
We talked quietly while everybody gathered.
Then we lit our candles and just stood there silently, holding them.
Without anybody saying anything, we walked back to our neighborhood
and set them on our doorsteps.
They are still burning.
You will never be able to put them out.
See, Osama? You think you get ticked off
when someone messes with your culture, your beliefs, your country?
Just wait a minute you flea bitten miserable excuse for human DNA!
You haven't seen anything like the anger of a MOTHER
who's son has to go off to defend their homeland
against your cowardice and hatred.
You haven't seen anything like the WIFE of a fireman, policeman or EMT
who clings to hope wondering if he'll ever return
from trying to help his fellowman in your moment of destruction.

You haven't seen anything like the WOMAN
who will keep her family, and her neighbors family, and her best friend's family,
and country's family going when hope and energy falls low.
You haven't seen anything like the good OLE GIRL
who weeps tears of agony for family's she's never known
or never will meet, just because she cares.

You think the American MEN are bad?
You just better thank your lucky stars
that you aren't dealing with one of us American WOMEN right now.
Trust me, the men are the ones showing restraint.
I have heard the best ideas of just how graphically
you need to be disposed of lately in the beauty shop,
nail salon and the grocery store lines.

I've had more meaningful conversations with
my teenager this week than in the last couple of years combined.
Tonight I was driving her to a friend's house
when the voice of Lee Greenwood came over the radio singing
"I'm Proud to Be an American."
We were stuck in traffic, and normally
we would have been snapping at one another.
She started singing along softly with the radio.
I joined in. By the second verse we were singing at the top of our voices
with the windows rolled down.
People stuck in traffic on either side of us joined in.
By the time we were finally able to move a little,
perfect strangers were wiping their eyes, blowing their horns
and shouting good wishes to one another.

I hung an American flag on my house yesterday
for the first time in my life.
I'd like to get another one, but there are no flags or
anything else red, white, or blue left in any store in this town.
My daughter and I did find some white and blue ribbon in the sewing box.
Tomorrow we're going to make a huge blue-and-white bow
and fasten it to the front grille of the car.

I called my husband at work today
just to tell him I loved him.
I hadn't done that for a while - too busy, I guess.
It felt wonderful.
We are going to send some money to a fund
to help the victims.
Tonight at the dinner table we talked about
the various charities and tried to decide which one was best.
Normally we just eat and run.
It was the best dinner table conversation
we've had in a long time. We finally decided
on a fund that's been set up for the children of
the rescue workers who were killed in New York City.
We'd never given much thought to appreciating
all they do for us before now.

My husband and I are on a waiting list to give blood.
It'll be awhile before our names come up;
there are over 500 people ahead of us.
There's been a shortage of blood in this area.
I wouldn't be surprised if the blood donated
all across this country eventually saves
more people than you killed.
That would be a fitting memorial to those who died.

We're sticking together.
Our politicians are rising to the occasion.
Rudy Giuliani and George W. Bush never looked half
as statesmanlike as they have this week.
Partisan bickering?
What's that?
Half the Congress stood on the steps of the Capitol
the other night and sang "God Bless America."

See, Osama, you underestimated us.
And maybe for too long we've been underestimating ourselves.
This is the greatest, strongest, richest,
most beautiful country in the world.
Our firefighters, policemen, EMTs, and people like
the ones on the plane that crashed in Pennsylvania
have reminded us that we're also
the bravest and most determined.

You can't destroy us, and you can't stop us.
Because we're coming, Osama.

Just thought you oughta know.
And, just to show you how good hearted we Americans are,
I will end by saying THANK YOU because,
you have managed to instill back into the heart of every American,
young and old, black, white, red, or yellow,
what we always knew deep down.
We are strong.
We are brave.

We are ONE NATION, UNITED UNDER GOD.
We will overcome this as we have always
overcame those moments
that tested our very being.

And, Osama, I say this, all the while asking
God to forgive ME, for I do not feel any compassion
or have any mercy on your soul, but...
may you and all your cowardly friends soon sit happily
in those front row seats you have reserved in Hell.

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