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| SSG Joseph J. Mullin, Husband, Father, Hero & Friend to Many |
What initially seemed like a relief struck a very loud chord for me and many others. It brought memories back.... a flood of memories. It brought to me a great sadness and great anger.
I am glad that that bastard terrorist is dead. I'm glad that he died violently. That is the only way he should have died (just like the camel spider, Hussein). All of the Al Qaida terrorists and others should die for the grisly murders.. millions of people they have killed and tortured.
I still cannot stop thinking about my husband. I can't stop thinking about 9/11... September 11th, 2001. Bin Laden and his group were pissed that the U.S. got the defense contract with his native country, Saudi Arabia, and he was doing something about it. He was going to blow as many Americans as possible up in one place.. mostly Jews according to resources "they" say. He was going to blow up the Pentagon, the Capitol Building and all of these places and people via our commercial planes by hijacking them and making suicide missions.
Well, his plans succeeded. His haters in this country and he had coordinated the most devastating plan of attack on continental U.S. soil ever!
I am so saddened and angered by what the people on those commercial flights endured before they crashed into the Twin Towers, the Pentagon, and other places. I can't stand the fact that so many people died in those buildings and that so many people who tried to rescue them died. Osama's plan worked so well. It was a disaster for our country on so many levels. It left us unprepared, confused, dazed, in fear everywhere we went, saddened, angered, and on and on. How could someone do this to us? How could this fucking happen to the people of the United States of America???
And then there was Bush.... sending our troops to Iraq to find weapons of mass destruction (WMD). There weren't any to be found. My husband, part of the 180th Engineers Utility Detachment went over to the middle east right before Christmas in 2002. He was activated right after we were married and left for Fort Drum, NY in October. I was pregnant and he was leaving.
Why were we going to Iraq? Why were we not chasing after the mastermind of 9/11? Why were we not fighting the Taliban? What was going on? I had to support my husband's mission and I knew that Hussein was evil and believed in genocide of his own people. He was evil and had to be found. In the end he was hiding under the earth like a camel spider.
My husband told me how he had to shake out his desert boots for fear of camel spiders and scorpions as they were both poisonous. Makes sense. There were other things to be feared though. Mortar fire, mines, air fire fights, IEDs (improvised explosive devices), etc. To make it worse, they were engineers and had to blow up bridges whether they were occupied or not. They had to search for mines. They were builders, engineers.... a very tight group who gained much recognition for their hard work and their bravery.
That desert was hot and the winds were brutal. One day I guess it was in the 100s... like over 140 degrees Fahrenheit. How crazy is that. All my husband could do was work, work, work. That was what made the time go by quicker. One day he took in too much water and it was too hot and he fell from where he was building and banged his head up. Later his back was injured on a rocky ride in large Army truck on the way into Iraq. The disks in his lower back were nearly crushed. What's worse is the injuries that no one could see. These are the injurires to his psyche, soul, spirit.... he came home with them and no one seemed to be able to help him.
I wish he could have seen the camel spider, Hussein, captured. I also wish that Bush's intelligence (that's a joke) hadn't lied about WMD. Such bullshit. And we still have troops over in Iraq. So many of our soldiers have died over there or by their own hands back here because they couldn't handle what they experienced. What the fuck is wrong with the U.S. Military? These men and women in my husband's unit came back and were just put right back into civilian life after 2 days of travel back to the base. How fucked up is that? I didn't know that.
My husband came back to a new town, new home and a new baby. I was even different as well as him. He had been highly affected. This war affected him so deeply that he succeeded on his second attempt at taking his own life. This is another ugly side of war and terrorism. Even when he went to the Brockton VA for his first attempt, they only kept him there for 5 days. Can you believe that? 5 days...... there's something wrong with this picture.
Life was very difficult for Staff Sergeant Joseph J. Mullin when he came home to the Cape on August 30th, 2003. How was he supposed to know how to control PTSD? The flashbacks? The rages? Depression, anxiety, panic attacks, fear, jumping at every loud sound like it was a bomb going off? He wasn't the same. Thank you very much Mr. bin Laden.
And thank you Mr. W. Bush and your rich cronies for profiting off of the war and becoming fatter and richer while the economy became worse and worse. Capitalism is great if you're in that 1% who thrive off of violence and have a few large shiny coins falling into your pockets over oil. This goes out to George Sr. too. Not only did we lose our house because of the mortgage scandals as well as many other people, we lost our military support. Jobs are disappearing and the rich are still getting richer because the government is no different then them... the big corporate companies are part of the government. Of course they got bailed out.
Mr. Obama, how are you going to help create jobs? Mr. Devil Patrick? What about the men and women who served and are coming back? Is there anything left for them? What about their families who have sacrificed? Are you thinking of the people who were in those planes that crashed during 9/11? Are you thinking of ground zero and all of those brave people who tried to save the victims and became victims themselves?
It's good that you decided to stay out of the spotlight Mr. W. Bush. I might want to stone you if I were there.
When I look at the plaque on the wall that is in remembrance of my husband's brave service to our country signed by President W. Bush, I cringe and can only think I wish it was you who was dead.
And all I wanted was to be happily married, raise our daughter, deal with regular ol' life together with its ups and downs. That has been robbed from me and my daughter has been robbed as well. She will never have her Daddy again. She was a little over 4 years old when he died. All she has is a few items and some pictures. I will continue to try to keep the memories alive. I just fear the day that I have to tell my daughter
that not only did her Daddy's heart give out, but he took his own life because he was sick from the war.
I pray that all of those who have passed as a result of these terrorists acts may be able to rest in peace forever. I hope that this latest death of a terrorist helps in some way, the victims of terrorism, find some solace. I will pray for all of us.
May all of the terrorists die horrible deaths and be tortured the way they have tortured others for eternity. They do not deserve respect from anyone for mass murder and violent acts. Bin Laden was not a Muslim. He was a murderer of Muslims. Let us not show fear or they have won. Move forward.
HOO-AH!!! I love you, Joe. I'm so sorry.
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