ZGram - 9/7/2004 - "Number 832"
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September 7. 2004
Good Morning from the Zundelsite:
This is one heartbreak letter:
Take a look at this photo, and then ask your self "Why?"
http://www.truthout.org/docs_04/090604A.shtml
Friday 03 September 2004 Sgt. Campbell requested that, if something
happened to him, his family place this photo on his coffin.
To Whom it May Concern,
I found out that my brother, Sergeant Ryan M. Campbell, was dead
during a graduate seminar at Emory University on April 29, 2004.
Immediately after a uniformed officer knocked at my mother's door to
deliver the message that broke her heart, she called me on my cell
phone. She could say nothing but "He's gone." I could say nothing but
"No." Over and over again we chanted this refrain to each other over
the phone as I made my way across the country to hold her as she wept.
I had made the very same trip in February, cutting classes to
spend my brother's two weeks' leave from Baghdad with him. Little did
I know then that the next time I saw him would be at Arlington
National Cemetery. During those days in February, my brother shared
with me his fear, his disillusionment, and his anger. "We had all
been led to believe that Iraq posed a serious threat to America as
well as its surrounding nations," he said. "We invaded expecting to
find weapons of mass destruction and a much more prepared and
well-trained Republican Guard waiting for us. It is now a year later,
and alas, no weapons of mass destruction or any other real threat,
for that matter."
Ryan was scheduled to complete his one-year assignment to Iraq on
April 25. But on April 11, he emailed me to let me know not to expect
him in Atlanta for a May visit, because his tour of duty had been
involuntarily extended. "Just do me one big favor, ok?" he wrote.
"Don't vote for Bush. No. Just don't do it. I would not be happy with
you."
Last night, I listened to George W. Bush's live, televised speech
at the Republican National Convention. He spoke to me and my family
when he announced, "I have met with parents and wives and husbands
who have received a folded flag, and said a final goodbye to a
soldier they loved. I am awed that so many have used those meetings
to say that I am in their prayers and to offer encouragement to me.
Where does strength like that come from? How can people so burdened
with sorrow also feel such pride? It is because they know their loved
one was last seen doing good. Because they know that liberty was
precious to the one they lost. And in those military families, I have
seen the character of a great nation: decent, and idealistic, and
strong."
This is my reply: Mr. President, I know that you probably still
"don't do body counts," so you may not know that almost one thousand
U.S. troops have died doing what you told them they had to do to
protect America. Ryan was Number 832. Liberty was, indeed, precious
to the one I lost-- so precious that he would rather have gone to
prison than back to Iraq in February. Like you, I don't know where
the strength for "such pride" on the part of people "so burdened with
sorrow" comes from; maybe I spent it all holding my mother as she
wept. I last saw my loved one at the Kansas City airport, staring
after me as I walked away. I could see April 29 written on his sad,
sand-chapped and sunburned face. I could see that he desperately
wanted to believe that if he died, it would be while "doing good," as
you put it. He wanted us to be able to be proud of him. Mr.
President, you gave me and my mother a folded flag instead of the
beautiful boy who called us "Moms" and "Brookster." But worse than
that, you sold my little brother a bill of goods. Not only did you
cheat him of a long meaningful life, but you cheated him of a
meaningful death. You are in my prayers, Mr. President, because I
think that you need them more than anyone on the face of the planet.
But you will never get my vote.
So to whom it may concern: Don't vote for Bush. No. Just don't do
it. I would not be happy with you.
Sincerely,
Brooke M. Campbell
Atlanta, GA
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