Letter from a Military Mom and Leader of MFSO's Oregon Chapter

Today a woman called me. She saw our chapter's web site, and reached me as the
contact person. She left a simple message on my answering machine, telling me
that her son was headed to his third deployment.

I spoke to her a little while ago, and it was hard to hold the tears back until
I was done. She could not hold hers back. She told me about her son. He
deployed early in the war, and the first night he was there he was deployed on
night patrol, not in a tank or any armored vehicle, but in one of the unarmored
humvees. They were ambushed and he was hit in the arm by an explosive device,
leaving his entire arm and hand full of shrapnel.

They sent him home for surgery. He could no longer hold a rifle, and his mother
asked him: "This is going to be 'it', right?" He said "Yes mom, this is it".
And he proceeded to enjoy his young children as he rested secure in the
knowledge that since he could no longer hold a rifle he would no longer be sent
to fight in a war he knew was unneeded.

But he was needed, and when the time for re-deployment came he asked how could
he go if he could not hold a rifle. He was told that they would give him a
pistol, and that he was going anyway. Off he went for the second time, while
his wife and young children pined for his presence, feared for his life, and
began to realize the war was unjust, and he was being misused.

The second time he killed three people, one of them a child of thirteen years of
age. He became sad at the misuse to which he was put, and sad that he was
missing his children's milestones. When I heard this part I strove not to weep
on the phone, because of the memory of the night that my daughter called to
tell me she had killed a young man. He told his mother that this war was wrong,
but that he had promised to serve his country, just as my daughter told me.

Then he returned. His mother says that he cries over the people he killed every
day, and his third child was born. He was sent to Georgia to train other young
people to die. He told his mother that these kids are not ready to go, that
their deployment is set far before their training is done. He feels responsible
for these kids, almost children themselves.  He wants to kill no more, he said.

Now he is awaiting deployment in July, he still cannot hold a rifle, but he has
young  charges, the people who he is responsible for training, and he has his
commitment. His third child is nine months old, and he and his wife bought a
house, thinking he would never be deployed again. The first time he was
deployed it was for six months, the second for a year, and this time he is told
to expect 18 months. How could I hear this from his mother and not cry? How
could I hold her over the phone? She said she heard about us, and she wants to
wpeak out as far and wide as she can, she says that she cannot hear Bush's
voice or see his face without wanting to smash it.

How can I step away even though my daughter is now safely in my arms, when I
have a woman who tells me that she is going to get her whole family together to
go to Georgia for Memorial Day so that they all can see her son before he
leaves? How can I step away when all she can think about is sending him away
with the strongest, best memories of his family? When he tells his mother that
he cannot bear to kill any more people, that he thinks he will die this time?

How can any mother bear this burden without the rest of us to hold her? How can
any soldier bear this burden without knowing we are here to support he or she?
I cannot stop, neither can any of us, we are stuck here in hell until this
madness stops. Please understand all of you, that what we do is of the utmost
importance. Don't get discouraged; we have no choice as human beings, as
mothers, wives, sisters, brothers and fathers.  Just as our loved ones have been
constrained by circumstance and duty to do what they do, we are mandated to do the very best that we can to stop this. I am proud to be joined with all of you. One day we
will look back and see what we did, we will pass our legacy on to the younger
ones. We cannot ever let people forget the cost of war. I am grateful that all
of you stepped up to share this burden.

Peace, Adele

Adele Kubein is a leader of our Oregon Chapter of MFSO. Her daughter served in Iraq with the Oregon National Guard.