Ya know, 1,500 US military deaths, tens of thousands (minimum) of Iraqi dead, and yet we all go about our business. It’s someone else’s child. We mumble a brief prayer for the family and move on with our lives.
This is Casey Sheehan’s story. Actually, it is the story of a family coming to grips with the loss of their son and brother. A story that is repeated in various forms over 1,500 times.
Read the article. It’s much better written than I can paraphrase.
http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?f=/c/a/2005/03/20/INGIGBNC46129.DTL
Have you ever heard the sound of a mother screaming for her son?
The torrential rains of a mother’s weeping will never be done.
They call him a hero, you should be glad that he’s one,
but have you ever heard the sound of a mother screaming for her son?
Have you ever heard the sound of a father holding back his cries?
He must be brave because his boy died for another man’s lies.
The only grief he allows himself are long, deep sighs.
Have you ever heard the sound of a father holding back his cries?
Have you ever heard the sound of taps played at your brother’s grave?
They say that he died so that the flag will continue to wave,
but I believe he died because they had oil to save.
Have you ever heard the sound of taps played at your brother’s grave?
Have you ever heard the sound of a nation being rocked to sleep?
The leaders want to keep you numb so the pain won’t be so deep,
but if we the people let them continue, another mother will weep.
Have you ever heard the sound of a nation being rocked to sleep? – Carly Sheehan
