Thursday, November 17, 2005

When Only Weeks Remain


... not much time to talk.

Bad stuff has been happening.

I need a sober moment with you.

I thought it would make the news.

It didn’t.

I can’t talk. on the phone.

We’re in a como blackout.

(careful. slow. tears. quiet.)

bad guys.

really bad guys.

we caught ‘em.

pray, momma. pray.

(slow. slow.)

some very young men won’t be going home again.

(my own tears now. eight weeks more. maybe ten.)

pray, momma … not for me. i’m here. i’m safe. i’ll be coming home.

don’t worry.


and be very glad you don’t have a son coming over here.

it’s hard work these days.

there’s lot of hard work goin’ on.

weeks of work.

and they got one of the bad guys.


mighta taken one of the gates.

coulda been stretchers.

you see things here. nobody should hafta see.


(what do you do with this seeing? this knowing?)

(slow. deliberate.)

what do i do?

i see it.

and then i remember i’m coming home.

all this was here before i came.

it’ll be here when i’m gone.

these are a proud people.

they believe they are doing what is right.

they have better weapons now.

their shooters have better aim.

they believe in God. in his reward.

i am ready to come home.

pray. momma.

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At 7:50 PM, Anonymous Winston said...

My god, Mary, that is powerful stuff! Powerful and poetic in the way it is laid out. Hang tight. We're right here with ya...just 8 more weeks...maybe 10...

At 10:16 PM, Blogger Brenda said...

My heart was stopping at every line; ohmygod, she's your child, your daughter, she could be mine, anyone's, and so are the soldiers, and the bad ones, and it's all such a terrible mess... I hope she comes home sooner than soon and is able to recover from what she's seen and can give from the knowledge she's gained to others. And I'd be so proud if she was my daughter, such depth and compassion and an unerring sense of ethic and justice, and can understand how blessed you are to have her. *hugs xo

At 7:26 AM, Blogger Tamar said...

Thank you for sharing this.
I am holding you in my thoughts.

At 11:45 AM, Blogger said...

all of this while the fucking house/senate plays gd power chess matches. sometimes, i wish there was a God; career choice political representative (along with lawyer) would mean a sure path to bbq banquet. but they know, too, that there isn't a God--if there was, they would be dragging their own kids to fight, let alone their own lily asses (i'm not bitter. or anything). come home, tommi. and flip bush off when he gives your medal. in front of his mother.

At 9:29 PM, Blogger Ken said...

I just got a note from Tommi about a half hour ago to hear she's coming home soon. I'm so glad.

It's odd in some ways. I have two adult sons, who were both fortunate enough to have not served or been put in harm's way. Yet I watch your trials as a mother, and Tommi's trials as someone "inside the wire" over there.

I remember seeing so many things a youd person should never see in my time. And now, I feel so often that I garner glimpses into things even we jaded adults should never see or know.

I'm very proud to have you and Tommi as friends. I pray for her safety, and your peace of mind daily. It's people like you two who truly make us strong.


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