My mothers name was Georgia May. The rainy day she walked down her driveway to her rural mailbox and found my brother’s Purple Heart amd Bronze Star Medals hanging from the mailbox in a soggy package, was the day that Gold Star Viet Nam mother went to war herself, with me by her side.
We just wanted the truth about how he really died. Why did he come home in a glass sealed coffin? If he really just contracted jungle fever, fell over and died while on a combat mission, as they said he did, why did he get the Purple Heart and Bronze Star? And why were these medals left hanging on rural mailbox in the rain?
Long story short, it was a long, grueling private war with no media attention, and no victory. We will never know the truth.
Her life more or less ended then, for she could never move on from this horror, and she died at age 63, still asking “Why?”
If I only could, I’d be at Cindy’s side now. I’d follow her to jail, or to Washington, or through whatever other possible hell these terrible people could make for her.
Enough. There has been enough human sacrifice to the Gods of greed, power and political corruption.
Stand firm, Cindy Sheehan. You are standing for Georia May, and for all of us, present and past, who know the true cost of war.
I salute you.
