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Happy Memorial Day
Today being Memorial Day in 2020 despite the specific aspects of which has occurred throughout the history of the United States of America and while obviously the females and males who have signed the dotted line to serve the country of the United States of America in War Time, there are the unknown and unspoken females and males who also deserve the recognition of which my tweets earlier this morning must be known for. In this modern era of how many females and males who have given their lives on the battle fields throughout and however possible, there are those who have gone through much more than is usually known. While each war which those of the United States of America's Armed Forces have given where they could on the fighting grounds wherever they may have been from the Revolutionary War all the way through to the current times of what is still going on in regards to the Iraq and Afghanistan Wars along with the various battles here and there, there are those who have been on the homeland soil who need remembrance as well as their loved ones. I will be going out of date order, though I will include the timeframes of which I knew these particular individuals; whether they are living or have passed away, and are deceased.
I knew a male when growing up in New Jersey named Phillip Hughes who I looked up to for his strength and courage to join the United States of America’s Armed Forces, despite some of his sisters not understanding his choice to go into the United States of America’s Army branch of the Armed Forces. This was back in the early 1990s and though it was just before or around the time of Desert Storm, I was envious in a good way he was able to go. I wanted to join before then when my nightmare/dream had occurred, though when he returned to Old Tenant Presbyterian Church before shipping out to his duty station I remember speaking with him and wanting so very much to go along with him. Aside from the fact I had a crush on him admittedly, the fact he was able to go forward with the military aspects at the time; I admit was far more of a focus of mine, and he simply asked for me to pray for him to keep him and his guys safe where they went. I promised I would keep him in mind, and pray for him as best as I could and hope the safest outcomes for him and his group wherever they went. When we walked from the church down to Old Scotts Hall to go to coffee hour before he left later on we talked briefly, and I asked him to keep a few things in mind when he went where he was going. He chuckled and laughed, though when I brought up paying attention to the plants of the area and looking into the colors of the berries for him and his guys for a just in case; there was a point of that walk, he stopped. He looked down at me and asked why I would say something about that, and I told him I thought it was important for him to look at.
Though Pastor Hugh McKenzie was known to be a Chaplain in the United States of America’s Army branch of the Armed Forces to the congregation, he too I spoke with briefly about several aspects before he had been called from Reserve to Active Duty shortly thereafter; and despite the aspects of the original Pastor of the church’s remains being removed and then re-sanctified, there was an understanding in various ways. Few in the church congregation as children understood me when I spoke about different aspects as they thought I was just being silly or joking, and then when things took the turn it had in regards of the first World Trade Center attack; then a few of the older children listened a bit more, whereas some of the younger ones started to, and the youngest ones of the church started paying a bit more attention. There were many parishioners of the congregation I felt had military backgrounds though they did not specifically speak of the aspects of their military training, though I knew some were in law enforcement and thus when those days were what they were; I made sure to listen and speak with whom I felt needed to know certain things, far more in detail at the times. I remember Mr. Burke the groundskeeper of the cemetery grounds was completing some of the work around the cemetery and though some of the other children did not understand the necessity at the time, he and I spoke a bit more than some of the others had known or realized.
While I know there was one male congregant who had walked up to the columns with the engraving of the prayer for the memorial for the past, present, and future soldiers of the United States of America with the staircase that lead to where I had already used my one little finger to trace each letter of each word before I laid down upon the inscription spread eagle as I could feel the spirit of General George Washington walking around the private latrine outhouse in the back of the church nearby to where that monument is; I cannot recall the male’s name nor face, though he and I spoke for a little bit after I sat up and noticed he was looking at me. The two of us sat on the stairs for a little bit, him in his solid color suit and brightly colored tie with a shining tie pin; asking me what I was doing, as I had gone out from the church building to get some fresh air. I was still recovering from having Mono/Epstein Bar/Bronchitis/Lymes Disease/Flu all at the same time, and he had wanted to know why I simply had not returned to the van as he knew I was supposed to. I told him after the events of the week, I could not help myself, and I felt it was of the utmost importance for me to spend a bit of time reflecting upon each word inscribed and told him of my nightmare.
I do not remember if he was a regular parishioner or if he was one of the visitors that particular Sunday, though he and I spoke for quite a bit of time; including a walk down the side of the back of the hill towards the open field where the single Oak tree was in the center of the field in front of Neff Chapel as he and I spoke. Though there were a few males in black colored suits with white button down shirts and ties in the nearby area though not specifically where he and I were, the two of us talked for awhile before the church congregation was let out of the church service. Though I am unsure of what his background was at the time, we discussed several aspects and I informed him I knew there was much I had to do. He smiled gently, which was a bit odd in certain ways, though I cannot say odd in a bad way; just simply odd, as though he was not accustomed to smiling that much at the time. Thus after the events of 11 September 2001 while many over the years thereafter were not necessarily able to understand how my thoughts and speech went, it was of importance for me to remember New Jersey as so many did not understand or know how many people from New Jersey went to New York City; especially from the area I grew up in, as well as going around.
While I know there were multiple individuals over the years with such backgrounds I had spoken with while growing up in New Jersey more specifically at church, though I may not remember all of their names or faces; I know they among so many others need to be remembered just as much.
In reference to Medical Hold Unit when I was stationed at Fort Sam Houston in San Antonio Texas, there were several soldiers and their spouses who had been through the Anthrax shots who had negative repercussions from those shots. Some had gotten cancer while others had muscular issues which they had to go through multiple surgeries, to repair the damages. From there I was never able to understand the lack of respect for the soldiers though honestly well before then, though especially after that time as the civilian population had not necessarily known of how many immunizations had been tested first in the military service members; and I felt that was almost like a slap in the face, for all of those who had undergone those shots to survive as well as those who did not. Not simply in that reference, but also in regards of those veterans who had gotten their shots and had been able to assist to eradicate various diseases from the general population; and though a needle is painful admittedly, then is a simple question which makes things easier to understand. Is it better to get immunized with whichever shots, or is it better to get sick from such preventable diseases to be confined the way the general population has had to be during this time of quarantine?
There were others who were in Medical Hold Unit who were transferred from Fort Sam Houston Texas and one soldier in particular who I had spoken with many times, named Sergeant Love. Around the time of September 2000 he was transferred from Fort Sam Houston in San Antonio Texas, to be stationed in the Army area of the Pentagon. I did not know if he made it out of there, though I know he was affected among so many others on that day on 11 September 2001. Before he left, he was similar to Phillip Hughes in regards to speaking with about various aspects, and getting along with quite well. He and I spoke of more religious and spiritual aspects before he had left San Antonio Texas, though I was never able to find out one way or another in regards to what occurred in reference to him; though mainly because I only knew him as Sergeant Love, and never was able to think about asking for his first name.
Though I know some aspects I am about to write about which I have discussed and wrote about before, there are those who had endured several consequences in different ways with similar circumstances. For example how my Psalm Sunday 2000 head injury occurred during Basic Training at Fort Sill Oklahoma, the females within the barracks area were not able to unsee what occurred and what happened. Those females witnessed the events of which I spoke of and wrote about in regards to the Drill Sergeant who threw me into the metal part of the bunk after being smoked for quite some time; a military term for physical exercise. Though I was told I could contact a lawyer back then, I felt those females needed protection as they watched what occurred to me; and they needed to be able to move forward, however they needed. Not forgetting the aspects of not being able to unsee what happened, they were also unable to leave Basic Training unless they were chaptered out or graduated, and with what I felt in my bones was coming up from my nightmare/dream, I could not focus on something of that nature. When the events of 11 September 2001 occurred, there was the last portion of my nightmare; before the dreaming began, of such. Those females were not the only ones who had witnessed certain aspects and survived, though hopefully the last of such sorts of ways.
While I now know it was illegal for Captain Morning to tell me I was not allowed to speak with students because I was considered Permanent Party being in Medical Hold Unit while also being considered as a student because of not being able to complete Basic Training and the status thereof though in more specifics of the fraternization aspects of him having been an Officer in the United States of America’s Armed Forces Army branch, there are those females and males who were not as lucky to have in certain regards a different type of SNAFU in reference of calling him by his first name in front of other Company Commanders and the Brigade Commander; which later in turn meant he was transferred to a different duty station, though after the Article 15 I received which had illegally put me on restriction until I could act like a soldier, as legal contracts have an end date. Usually the words “on or before” whichever date, is specified and that was not a date specified in reference to that Article 15, though when in the Brigade Commander’s office after going to IG and EO and showing them all of the counseling statements before showing the Brigade Commander; the amount of soldiers who had seen those counseling statements and Article 15 before returning to Medical Hold Unit were definitely more than 10 per area of IG and EO; as well as the Brigade Commander’s office. That obviously did not include all of the soldiers who were stationed in the building where Medical Hold Unit was before going closer to Brooke Army Medical Center to become the Warrior Transition Unit, though I digress. It is known I have spent quite a bit of time in the smoking section, and the entire breezeway back in 2000 was considered as the smoking section back then. There were several soldiers who stopped me to ask me why my pockets were so full, and I pulled out the counseling statements to show them at the time; because of the fact they had rank, whereas I did not.
While there also were multiple soldiers I had met well after that point in time then comes to the point of my now dead-ex-husband’s funeral, and the Memorial service I fought for in reference to my son and my daughter; which was changed in date the day I had to be in Fort Worth Laurel Land Funeral Home, to sign the paperwork for the funeral home to accept the body. They had specific business hours, and the travel time from San Antonio Texas to Fort Worth Texas is more than 4 hours, thus I would not have signed any paperwork to allow the memorial service to be on the date of the same day I would have to be at the funeral home; as many times as I had to drive back and forth from San Antonio to Fort Worth and back, from 2000 through to 2008. However when I received the phone call about the Chaplain changing the date to that Friday from Monday because of a vacation as I was told on the phone by a female Sergeant though I cannot remember which Sergeant rank, I could not turn around to return to San Antonio because of being on the other side of Austin Texas closer to Waco; as well as the need to be able to sign the paperwork, of which I had already been late for the time I arranged for myself to be there because of traffic. Those who have driven through Austin Texas in the daytime know, whereas I had only driven through Austin Texas at night up until that point. The understanding as to why I did not realize the aspects of the traffic, can easily be understood at that point.
Now in regards to the funeral aspects and what occurred in reference to the services at Laurel Land Funeral Home, I have discussed what occurred in reference to the Chief Warrant Officer 3 as well as the Funeral Director E7 being direct ordered not to attend; as well as the events after returning to San Antonio Texas after the funeral in prior writings, and post in my journal blog The Ornery PSA. I had discussed many of those aspects later well before putting them in my first two books, however such was not discussed after the events were concluded with many people; as the aspects of which were not what was needing to be focused upon at the time, especially in reference to what occurred in regards of my daughter and my son during the involvement of McCoy Elementary School of Carrollton Texas of Carrollton Farmers Branch Independent School District and the Fort Worth Zoo. Though I will add this portion before continuing further.
There is a question many over the centuries have pondered as to whether or not, God or Divinity is real throughout the ages. While there have been multiple prophecies given to mankind, there have also been many charlatans throughout the ages. As throughout the multitudes of centuries of the earth’s existence or if the technical number is millenniums for the existence of earth, such is so; nonetheless it was known there would be a day in which those who were faking their aspects of prophecy all along in comparison to those who had been telling the truth from the beginning, and in such there are the aspects which have been known of God’s grace as well as God’s vengeance. One can reference of a joke for lack of a better word I have made since I was a child growing up in New Jersey in the 1980s and 1990s as well as in Illinois after 1998, and then after my Psalm Sunday 2000 head injury and after effects; “I prefer to be your friend, though you choose whether I am your best friend or your worst enemy.”
Where many have laughed at me in regards of my youth and/or my looks and/or my size, there had been some who realized such words were not the most normal thing for a child to say; just as there were some who realized after my Psalm Sunday 2000 head injury, such was not the most normal thing to reference. Thus those who have heard me say such words it was their choice as to whether they saw the good or the bad, though it was my hope there would not need to be the actual lessons thereof; as I truly preferred friendship in truth in comparison, to problems.
I am exhausted of specific uninvited nor allowed problems from the garbage of being stalked and harassed continuing and the illegal surveillance that was wrongly done to me as well as to my technology devices as when attempting to uninstall programs I did not want, nor did I ever need not being able to be removed; I cannot wait for the day weather certain individuals want to accept the realities or not, God does not approve of such aspects nor does God condone specific behaviors. The fact it is known of the specifics of what I have personally dealt with and the lack of acceptable responses in my opinion, is beyond ridiculous. I hope the thoughts of which will never and have never left my fingertips nor my lips come to fruition in full. As so many have ignored my warnings and have refused to give me the credit where I have earned it, such atrocities which have been of what my son, my daughter, my Medal of Honor Art Project, and I have endured needlessly when so many have sat idly by and watched; I am glad to know the realities of which has occurred. It is my hope that such will be turned around that way the wrath of which already has shaken the lands during the growth of my anger and rage; would not continue further and the comfort and happiness would be in such.
For example, how ironic of what events occurred throughout the globe though specifically within the oceanic waters because of the teacher from McCoy Elementary School of Carrollton Farmers Branch Independent School District when I had requested to go on the field trip repeatedly for three weeks and was denied. How ironic that what occurred during the few weeks previous to the Fort Worth Zoo field trip happened in April of 2010. For those who are upset about that cataclysmic event, look no further than those who caused problems for my son, my daughter, and I. In another reference of hypothetical measures in combination with such, what happened throughout the globe in reference to the timeframe from 2010 through to 2013 before the Cowboys Dancehall? Any coinky dinks while I was doing what I could to keep my anger, fury, and rage under control while my son, my daughter, and my life were needlessly being tampered with? Look no further than those who had caused such problems for each individual aspect, for why the problems went throughout the globe.
Global warning and climate change, right? Or was it hypothetically God’s temper and fury and rage heating up the globe while remaining under control as best as possible, because of what was being ignored and denied when the facts were extremely present and in full already? What? You needed more proof?
Okay, in reference to what would the technology companies have to say about what was going on throughout the electrical currents when I was in Washington state? Would they like to continue keeping quiet because of the fact they think there is that control they have, or would it be better for the honesty to come forward instead of continuing to test God? That would not be difficult for God to absolutely and easily simply think; and the realities come to be. If people choose to want to remain in the denial aspects of God’s existence, then which prophecies have not come through in this modern era And for what? Others’ arrogance? Did God not warn of the consequences of such arrogance? Including such arrogance from some as to attempt to silence God when all God has to do is think, and it will be done. God does not have to speak for such realities to occur, as that is a mistaken aspect of God. That aspect of speaking is a courtesy of God to give a forewarning as is a message coming through, is simply a courtesy. Do not mistake God’s kindness for weakness, for the kindness of speaking is not mandatory; as many aspects of what God has done never took words to begin with.
In the previous example, when did I ever tell Ms. Hatcher I was doing what I could to remain calm during such denials for the field trip? The answer to that rhetorical question, is never. In reference to the then Principal Dawn Rink is concerned, how did her pregnancies go? Were there difficulties? Did she have extremely violent outburst of illness not of the normal first trimester issues of morning sickness? How did things go for her afterwards, and yet I never once spoke and I only hoped silently. If such hypothetically is true, how was the first pregnancy of hers compared to the second pregnancy? How are those children doing now? Yet I did not keep up with her or her husband who seems to be energetically ready to leave her and go with the female he has been seeing behind her back, while claiming to be at work. Hypothetically, of course. If God did not exist, then how would I know such without knowing her specific location?
Though some might make the mistake of confusing such kindness with weakness there is a joke I have seen before with the reference of “Meet my sword, it’s name is kindness”; in reference to a specific one I had many years ago, which looked like the Excalibur sword.
As my ex-sisters-in-law learned over time their particular views of which I would not tolerate of their behaviors and I cut the ties with each of them abruptly, due to their choices of behaviors. For example even though they did not heed my warnings in reference to the items they chose to put into my dead-ex-husband’s casket and encouraged their daughters to do the same before finding out of Susie Marie Nichols-Lopez’s choice to have the casket of my dead-ex-husband to the Saint Patrick’s Cathedral with Mary Evongelina [Nichols] Osteen’s encouragement, knowing my dead-ex-husband was an Atheist; and though my ex-father-in-law, ex-mother-in-law, and ex-brother-in-law did so as well in regards of putting religious symbols into the casket with my dead-ex-husband, it was Susie Marie Nichols-Lopez and Mary Evongelina [Nichols] Osteen who pushed for the casket to be taken to Saint Patrick’s Cathedral against my dead-ex-husband’s anti-religious beliefs and my personal legal rights as the one and only Executrix. They were warned they would be responsible for all additional fees and payments for each aspect the United States of America’s Armed Forces would not pay for and thus if Susie Marie Nichols-Lopez, Mary Evongelina [Nichols] Lopez, their daughters and one son want to have the casket exhumed to have a ritual completed to burn that away; they have to raise the finances themselves before they approach me, to request such to be done.
Admittedly at first I wanted to do so on my own, but then I thought; why should I pay for their mistakes?
Thus if such is wanted by those who had put items into the casket against my legal rights and against my dead-ex-husband’s non-religious views the following people have to come up with the payments for the exhuming, removal, ritual, and etcetera; which I will be the one who chooses the company to exhume, I will be the one who chooses the cremation company, I will be the one who chooses where the ashes go, and so on and so forth though there is the downfall for each individual(s) who is known to be deceased as they cannot pay financially and the breaking of such spiritual bonds will not be removed from them to those who are still of the living involved:
~ Grandma Nichols AKA Lydia Evongelina Nichols
~ Grandpa Nichols AKA James Walker Nichols [deceased]
~ Susie Marie Nichols-Lopez
~ Brieanna Marie Lopez
~ Marissa Marie Lopez
~ Joseph Anthony Lopez
~ Mary Evongelina [Nichols] Osteen
~ Sondra Marie Osteen
~ Ariel Marie Osteen
~ Tony Walker Nichols
~ Jeffrey Kuykendall Jr AKA Cactus Jack
Those are the only ones who are responsible for the financial aspects of what they put into the casket against my allowances and against my choices which I told them in reference to my dead-ex-husband, though they might protest; that is not my personal problem. I know an exhuming at minimum is around $15,000.00, the cremation of all remains is a minimum of $3,000.00, and that does not include the hourly fees for the individuals who would have to be paid to do such work nor the ritual aspects thereof. However the additional aspects of requirements would be a fully confessional in writing of what they had done to cause problems additionally to my son, my daughter, my Medal of Honor Art Project, and myself; before I would consider going forward with such, on top of the fees to be in full payment.
Though I could be inaccurate in regards to the financial aspects of what would be required and underpricing the fees, there is a beginning start of the financial fees; as well as the mandatory aspects of the full confessions required, before considering to accept such. Though then there is the minimal financial aspects of which the effects from what they caused problems for in each area of what they did wrong, and the confessions thereof. As a side note quickly in addition, does anyone find it ironic that Sondra Marie Osteen had gotten pregnant around the time of the funeral of my dead-ex-husband? A proverbial Merry Christmas and a little metaphorical present in which those individuals should have paid attention to my warning of what not to do in reference of my dead-ex-husband’s casket, hypothetically; something to never forget, for them. I have had the ability to assist people to get pregnant quite easily, since I was a child as the congregation of Old Tenant Presbyterian Church found out as I was the first live Baby Jesus for the Drive-Thru Nativity in the year of 1982. I was the only person who had been in the manger twice, at that church and shortly thereafter Old Tenant Presbyterian Church had a bunch of families who had infants to whom would be the ones who were at the nativity scene; after over a decade of no children being born, to the congregation. The other ironic aspect of Mary Evongelina [Nichols] Osteen naming Sondra after her Aunt Sondra, who had been committed to the mental institution; though realistically was unable to distinguish the difference between the spirits of the dead, and those of the living. Great-Grandma-Nichols in Steele Alabama had explained that in full detail to me, when I visited with her when my now dead-ex-husband was alive before Great-Grandpa-Nichols’ death shortly thereafter.
Thus for each individual who has passed on and is deceased from such time, the fees increase for each person who was listed for such an exhuming to occur. I guesstimate the Funeral Home of Laurel Land in Fort Worth has video security which the National Surveillance Agency probably could find, along with the pictures Brieanna Marie Lopez and other took at the funeral; which I know Susie Marie Nichols-Lopez had those pictures developed at the Walmart she chose, near her rental house. If several females and/or males I once knew had attended my now dead-ex-husband’s funeral in Fort Worth and/or they went to my dead-ex-husband’s tombstone to complete their own rituals, then their names can be added to such fees; for example hypothetically Christine of the Jade Wolfe Coven, since she never understood the differences, and never heeded my warnings back then when I knew her.
Depending upon what you believe about STDs in regards of Sexually Transmitted Diseases whether in regards of the Spiritual aspects, if you had sexual relations with those individuals you can consider a different point of such; especially in more specifics of those I have called cherubim ones, in regards of my Medal of Honor Art Project. Just for a clarification in reference of what my now dead-ex-husband did when he was alive, no taking my panties to wear on your face without my permission does not count; just as he learned when he was alive, just as an FYI. That only reiterates that spiritual marriage to my dead-ex-husband and those who know of how he was in regards to when I was still involved with him when he was alive; they cannot have any doubt of how possessive he would be without any physical limitations.
However also in reference to the aspects of which all of the fallen throughout the Dallas/Fort Worth National Cemetery and their individual religious and spiritual beliefs before their deaths, those particular people did not take into consideration when they had put what they did into my now dead-ex-husband’s casket against his non-beliefs and my beliefs as well as legal rights. Though he is quite happy to possess those particular individuals for what was done, I am not happy with such as he is, and the type of individual he had been when he was alive. To this day, I am disgusted by those individuals and their choices, well beyond the aspects of Cactus Jack’s AKA Jeffrey Kuykendall Jr’s choices to do what he did to the city of San Antonio Texas during the Fiesta event in regards to the MadMax movie, at the Alamo Drafthouse on 410/151. I was not told he lied to the court back then, nor did I ever have the knowledge beyond what I felt in regards to the aspects of what he told me later afterwards. If I had been asked about that particular event’s planning by law enforcement though I did not know Cactus Jack AKA Jeffrey Kuykendall Jr at the time he did such, I would have given that information at the time. However that information among other information is in my first two books as well as The Modern Day Book By: Reverend Susan MeeLing.
In that same token of remembrance, the law enforcement and fire department officials in regards to that event; is something I remembered. Though mainly because of the fact Cactus Jack AKA Jeffrey Kuykendall Jr told me he thought it was funny the San Antonio Police Department could not find a charge to arrest them on except for not having a Parade License, and that infuriated me he made fun of them for that. Ironically I told him I hoped there would be a day of reckoning and on that day I hoped I would be able to see what I told him sounded like terrorism of his choices, though he laughed at me for being as he claimed over-dramatic about that while also making fun of me for not knowing Pop-Culture references. He knew I was not allowed to watch certain movies and television shows because of the rating guidelines when I was growing up, as I had told him as well as his former girlfriend Jamie Robles AKA Lazy Eye about that; though I had discussed that with many others, including the females of the Jade Wolfe Coven and my ex-in-laws.
Returning to the point of the references of the fallen and continuing in regards of the aspects of what occurred as I went up the Chain of Command of the Army branch of the United States of America’s Armed Forces in regards of my now dead-ex-husband’s death, I told my ex-sister-in-law Mary Evongelina [Nichols] Osteen not to get involved, not to meddle, and not to contact anyone to her own detriment; as I told her that situation needed to be handled in a specific way, and I would personally blame her if any soldier was injured for anything she did wrong. Since at this point I know because of her opening her mouth and speaking with whomever she spoke with in the state of Georgia, there was a Congressional Investigation in reference to my now dead-ex-husband; whereas it was not until March of 2008 I had reached out to Senator Cornyn about the Memorial Service for my son and daughter to attend.
Upon later in that year around May 2008 the Brigadeer General Gillman had contacted me about the Colonel who was returning to the United States of America with the troops which had been stationed in Iraq with my now dead-ex-husband, and asked if I would like a meeting with him. Despite the fact Brigadeer General Gillman had called me a “royal fucking cunt” because of the information I brought to his attention as the last stop on my way up the Chain of Command locally after two soldiers had asked me to tell them what I was there to speak with the General about as I had discussed and had written about, I had no problems in reference to meeting with that Colonel and his two soldiers as I learned at the meeting. As I wrote about and discussed yes, they each did pull out firearms when I reached for my bag to simply hand them the Bronze Star Medal as well as the commendation from my ladybug backpack; as I did not feel my now dead-ex-husband had done anything to earn that particular medal, after the events of which occurred when at Laurel Land Funeral Home and the Chief Warrant Officer 3 had told me about the stolen valor. Upon them seeing my hand go up instantly and apologizing profusely for not remembering they had only been out of the war zone area for less than seven days, I moved my leg to kick over the bag; though they told me I could open the bag slowly, to get what I was going to from the bag. I moved so slowly they got to the point of telling me to open the bag, and I did.
After I handed the Colonel the Bronze Star and the commendation with my apologies for what had occurred, he then tried to tell me that my now dead-ex-husband was around 300-350 yeards away from the mortar attack, though he was an okay soldier. I told the Colonel I appreciated his kind words, but I did not need any sugar coating for what occurred as I saw he did not have any injuries. Inside I had a feeling there had been some soldiers who had seen the 4 meat-tags my now dead-ex-husband had tattooed into his ribcage, and even though I had told him to get those meat-tags blacked out; he chose not to listen to me. That also does not forget to take into consideration he took those dress blues overseas with those particular fruit salad medals on the dress blues that were seen in the pictures taken by JC Penny Portraits after he returned from Iraq to be stationed in Warrior Transition Unit, as well as the dress blues being sent to Fort Sam Houston Texas and all of whomever may have seen and known far better than I about that stolen valor among whomever else could have seen that before and after the Halloween trick or treating in 2007. While my ex-sisters-in-law did not want to believe how atrocious their dead brother and spiritual husband had been when he was alive, that is for them to deal with; as I am sure they will remember, to their final days on earth.
Aside from that, I had not forgotten all of those females and males who were inadvertently affected in whichever way possible and though I may not have known them by name; I knew of them and their service to the country of the United States of America, and their sacrifices in so many ways. While I have not known in specifics for many, there is enough I have known well before I fought to be emancipated from my biological family to join the United States of America’s Armed Forces Army branch and well after my Psalm Sunday 2000 head injury. Even so far as choosing not to go through with two surgeries as to make sure those who returned from overseas were able to get the medical care and treatments they needed since I chose to have my son and my daughter, those particular plastic surgeries in my thoughts could wait; in comparison to making sure those who needed it more than I, were taken care of. Not that I did not want or need those surgeries as I did get them later, however those soldiers needed that more than I for something I could hide with clothing. My stomach and my breasts were nothing to worry about, in comparison to what would get them the ability to be on the road to recovery from what they endured; and I could not allow myself to take that set of appointments, from them at those times.
Thus in closing while there are those who remember what they do and have forgotten as they have on this Memorial Day and during this time of quarantine, please think a bit more about what so many have given in so many different ways. It is not as simple as keeping our borders of the United States of America safe, there has always been so many more aspects of the United States of America’s Armed Forces to take into consideration for the Constitutional Rights and freedoms thereof.
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As a different side not: STOP DEPLATFORMING, NOW!!!