Support - I’ve got it!
I couldn’t leave this space empty without saying that I have numerous supporters throughout the world and even right here in Fremont. This tragedy has not gone on unnoticed and won’t be forgotten. My triumphs are theirs as well as mine. They have had my six in word and deed privately and in secret. It’s sometimes best that way.
The greatest blessing has been the service members and veterans who haven’t been able to do anything other than remind me that I’m home. They’ve done their best to remind me that I’m the proud daughter of a Vietnam veteran. I am walking the same road to freedom mentally and physically as many soldiers have walked before me, including my daddy. I have endured. I have survived. I’m still fighting for my men and my country. There’s nothing greater than service and sacrifice for God, country and family. Nothing.
I have tried to shield my families from this tragedy but they’re aware. I have reminded them of the lessons learned from daddy and the boys. I have given them the overseas capture speech. I have reminded them not to give into terrorism or blackmail. I have reminded them that American forces will do their best to bring me home. I’ve asked that they not watch yet I know that they do in private. I am forever grateful to them.
I am not home yet. I won’t be until justice is served. I’m protected by all though. I look forward to the day when we can meet again. I have told many, including our traffickers that my families are horrible and don’t have my back. This is only partially true and necessary. It’s the only way to be safe and contain the terrorism to me alone.
We’re Detroiters born and bred. We’ve seen and experienced a lot. We’ve argued and dogged on each other but we’re family. Time and distance are meaningless. I look forward to the day when I can see my sisters especially. I miss them like no other. They’ve always tried to have my six like daddy. We’re home front tough and strong.
When I explained my sisters to our traffickers, they convinced me not to contact them in the fog of the ‘brainwashing.’ They understood that they would’ve stopped it immediately and probably put them in the hospital. I am far more understanding and forgiving than them.
When I cry to Miss Amanda and others about what happened and is still happening, I tell them that I just need our home front strong hugs from my sisters. Rhonda is just like daddy. She’d listen while fuming and wanting to do something about it before slapping my back several times with her clenched jaws, nodding to let me know that she’s sorry and we’ll endure together. She’s a strong woman. Kim would give me a hug not knowing what to say.
We’d all move forward with distractions of food, music, stories of the past and better days ahead. We’re the home front. We know how to get through the worst times, thank God that we’re alive and move forward. We’re just as tough, strong, brave and resilient as those who served and raised us, if not more so. We are America in all of its glory and tragedy. We are the home front because
Every life matters, especially yours.
God bless America and especially Her people.
