By Missy Comley Beattie
http://www.opednews.com
I couldn’t say no to Cindy Sheehan when she e-mailed last week, asking me to represent Gold Star Families for Peace and to speak at an “Out of Iraq Now” event in Brooklyn. She is one of my heroes—this tireless, grieving mother whose effort galvanized the antiwar movement when she stood her ground near Bush’s Crawford Compound.
On the subway to Brooklyn, I thought, "Don’t go. Get off the train and flee. Pull a ‘Runaway Bride’ number.” My palms were wet and I could feel my heart pounding.
I had received a list of the speakers—all accustomed to standing in front of an audience and doing something I’ve avoided my entire life. The list included Jonathan Tasini, Hillary’s opposition, running as the Progressive Democrat for the US Senate, Debra Sweet, National Coordinator of World Can’t Wait, and Charles Lenchner of Progressive Democrats of America. There was my name among this group. Just seeing it terrified me.
But I’d said yes to Cindy and I was determined to speak for my nephew, Marine Lance Cpl. Chase Comley, killed in Iraq on August 6, 2005. I didn’t write a speech. Instead, I took the op-ed article I wrote the week we received the news of Chase’s death. I needed it as a safety-net. If no words came out of my mouth, I would look down at this piece and read.
Journalist and host of RadioNation on Air American Radio, Laura Flanders, was the MC. She and I chatted. Also, Jonathan Tasini talked with me, trying to build my confidence and even offered me his earlier spot on the program. I accepted, but Ms. Flanders didn’t receive that information and, then, called on an unexpected speaker, Congressman Major R. Owens who represents the 11th Congressional District of New York. That pushed me down the program another ten minutes and I could feel my stomach knot.
Finally, I was introduced. I walked to the podium and I did it.
When it was over, I called my mother and she said, “Write it down, every word you can remember, and send it to me.” This is what I wrote for her:
I want you to know that I am panic-stricken to be here today. I’m not a public speaker. When Cindy Sheehan e-mailed and asked me to do this, I hit ‘reply’ and wrote ‘yes.’ Then I thought, ‘What have you done?’ I’m doing this for Chase and for all those who can no longer speak for themselves. If I collapse, just push me over to the side of the room.
If this had been later in the day, I’d have had a glass of red wine before coming—something I do everyday at four in the afternoon when I call my mother. We each have a glass and chat. We’ve always called this ‘happy hour.’ We don’t call it that anymore.
There are so many things about this war that I find agonizing. The number of troop deaths, the Iraqi deaths, and also that some people in my family, despite our loss, still support George Bush. These are the people who received as gifts from me at Christmas George Bush toilet paper. Each sheet has a picture of Bush and a Bushism. The first is ‘bring it on.’ Most who received it thought it was funny.
I’m here to talk with you about my nephew, Chase Comley. He was bright, funny, and athletic. When he graduated from high school, he received the Spartan Award for best all ‘round. And he was bad. He was bad in that way that women love and men try to emulate. He had so many friends.
I have my favorite picture of Chase—the one his father printed on the shirt I wore to the Cindy Sheehan Peace Rally in DC. I printed two of these to pass around today. (Then I unbuttoned my sweater and showed the shirt I had worn underneath the sweater and left the sweater open as I continued).
Chase was 16 when his parents divorced and, probably, of the four siblings was the most affected. He was the youngest. After high school, he started college, but couldn’t discipline himself to study and was partying hard and womanizing. He began to be disgusted with himself and started talking about joining the military for discipline. We were appalled. The war had already begun and most of us had been opposed from the time Bush began to talk about the invasion. No weapons of mass destruction had been found, but Chase seemed determined. My father suggested the Coast Guard, the Navy, something safer than the Marines, but Chase was impressed by the Marine bravado, ‘the few, the proud,’ and he said things like ‘why settle for second best when you can be first.’
A couple of months later, he joined. He deployed for Iraq in March of 2005. He would have been 22 in November. He would have returned home in October. He was killed on August 6th.
On August 7th, five months ago today, my phone rang early morning. I answered and my sister said, ‘Chase was killed in Iraq last night.’
I know I said, ‘Oh, no, oh, no,’ over and over, at least 15 times.
My sister said that Mark, our brother had called her that morning. He was working about three hours from home when the Marines pulled up and his fiancé saw them. She called him and told him she had a terrible migraine and needed him to come home. He entered the house and within a minute, the doorbell rang and he knew. He stayed up all night. He’d had diarrhea for months and had seen a doctor who told him it was nerves. He’d cried all night when Chase deployed. The week Chase died was the same week those soldiers from Ohio were killed and we all felt a heightened anxiety. My mother and I talked about it. Oddly enough, my niece, Chase’s sister had stopped to visit with my parents on Saturday and my mother said to her, ‘Do you understand the danger Chase is in?’ We didn’t know that Chase was already dead.
My sister said to my brother when he called her, ‘Oh, Mark, what can I do for you?’
He said, ‘Go tell Mother and Daddy.’
She said, ‘I can’t.’
He said, ‘You have to.’ And she did. She lives closest to our parents. I’m the only child who lives very far away. She called me on her way to their house and told me not to call them as I do every morning with my ‘checking on the Geezers.’
I called my brother and then waited to call our parents. I heard my father cry for the first time in my life.
I immediately made arrangements to fly home with my son who lives here in Brooklyn. My husband was scheduled for surgery a few days later and his doctor told me I could leave but there were some complications and I had to postpone my trip. I wrote an op-ed piece that appeared in the local paper and was criticized for politicizing Chase’s death. My response was that when your loved one arrives home in a flag-draped coffin, the death is political.
Chase’s body arrived at Dover where it remained for five days and was assessed for presentation at funeral. His face was blown completely off in the largest vehicular suicide bombing to that date. He came home with his head wrapped in gauze.
His death has changed our lives in ways that are too hard to describe.
Now, I’m going to read a portion of the op-ed that I wrote.
…let me tell you that my nephew Chase Comley did not die to preserve your freedoms. He was not presented flowers by grateful Iraqis, welcoming him as their liberator.
He died long after Bush, in his testosterone-charged, theatrical, soldier-for-a-day role announced on an aircraft carrier beneath a ‘Mission Accomplished’ banner that major combat was over.
He died in a country erupting into civil war and turned into a hellhole by Bush.
Have we won the hearts and the minds of the Iraqi people? Apparently not.
Consider what the money spent on this could have achieved for health care, our children’s education or a true humanitarian intervention in Sudan.
And then think about Defense Secretary Donald Rumsfeld when he visits our troops. Picture his heavily armored vehicle, a machine impregnable to almost anything the insurgents toss in its path, while our troops are not provided sufficient armor to survive an IED.
Think of the mismanagement of this entire war effort. Consider what we’ve lost. Too much. Think of what we’ve gained. Nothing.
And think of someone who says, ‘We will not cut and run,’ but who did just that years ago when he was called.
Think about a man who speaks about a culture of life when the words fit a wedge issue such as abortion or the right to die when medical effort has failed.
Then think about this war, Bush’s not-so-intelligently designed culture of death.
Think, too, about naming a campaign ‘Shock and Awe’ as if it’s a movie and, therefore, unreal. And then think that this, perhaps, is one of the problems.
For many Americans, the war is an abstraction. But it is not an abstraction for the Iraqis whose lives have been devastated by our ‘smart bombs.’ And it certainly is not an abstraction for those of us who have heard the words that change lives forever.
So think of my family’s grief—grief that will never end. Think of all the families. Think of the wounded, the maimed, the psychologically scarred.
And then consider: The preservation of our freedom rests not on U.S. imperialism but on actively changing foreign policies that are conquest-oriented and that dehumanize our own young who become fodder for endless war as well as people in other countries who are so geographically distant that they become abstract.
The answer is not Bush’s mantra: ‘They’re jealous of our freedoms.’
And, finally, think about flowers: The flowers for Chase Comley will be presented not by grateful Iraqis but by loved ones honoring him as he’s lowered to his grave and buried in our hearts.
And now, I’d like to leave you with a quote from Gandhi: ‘There is no path to peace; peace is the path.’
That was myspeech. Sitting in front of a computer is my choice to get out the truth. But, now, I understand that I have to do all that I can no matter how uncomfortable I am. We all have to do this. Please add your voice to this movement. Demanding the return of our soldiers now is patriotic. And make it known that you will cast your vote only for candidates who express this same patriotism. We are not honoring our dead by allowing more of our troops to die.
Missy Beattie lives in New York City. She's written for National Public Radio and Nashville Life Magazine. An outspoken critic of the Bush Administration and the war in Iraq, she has participated in many peace marches, including the Cindy Sheehan rally in DC. She completed a novel last year, but since the death of her nephew, Marine Lance Cpl. Chase J. Comley, in Iraq on August 6,'05, she has been writing political articles.
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A Family Reunion Disfigured by Death Christmas Without ChaseBy MISSY COMLEY BEATTIE
I just returned to New York City after spending a week in Kentucky with my family. This was our first Christmas without Chase, my nephew killed in Iraq five months ago. We gathered for brunch at the home of my brother, Chase's father. Many of us dreaded this tradition-a reunion disfigured by death. Forming a circle and holding hands, we sang the "Johnny Appleseed Grace." My mother was silent. She's the one with the opera-quality voice but she can't sing a prayer of thanks anymore.
We do have lots for which to be grateful. We had lived for years without tragedy. I tell people that most of my friends have lost either one or both parents, but mine are still alive. My 86-year-old father is unstable from a stroke and has just been declared legally blind, but he's had a wonderful life. At least he did-we all did-until Chase was killed in this war that was waged for oil and to ensure the reelection of George W. Bush.
My father desperately tried to talk Chase out of signing with the Marines. Daddy served with the Army Corps of Engineers and suggested that if Chase insisted on joining, he should opt for the Navy or Coast Guard. But Chase had listened to the Marine recruiters who said, "The few, the proud," and "Why settle for second best when you can be first?" He was sold a bill of goods that became a package of death.
In my brother's living room was a "Comfort Quilt" made by military families to present to a fallen troop's next of kin. I couldn't look at it nor could my mother. My sister said it was a wonderful tribute to Chase, this man/child who wanted to do something significant.
I picture Chase, boarding that plane that took him 6,000 miles away from his home to the battlefield. I wonder what he thought as the aircraft ascended. I see them all and in the image, they're pumped with the training and energy that turns them into warriors. I think of the hours of flying and, then, the approach and arrival in Iraq. Did the basic training really prepare Chase for what he saw, heard, lived, felt and was ordered to do? It seems he was telling us different things. His calls to his father and my parents were laments. He was counting the days until he returned. He knew the exact number. He said he couldn't wait to come home. My brother told me that he said to Chase, "I hear things are improving there."
Chase said, "They're not."
He called once when I was at my parents' house, and when I asked if he could speak freely, he said, "No." This was in June. He was killed two months later. Chase already had experienced two close calls when he'd hit roadside bombs that exploded seconds behind his vehicle.
Some members of the family support Bush and the war. They say that Chase was proud of what he was doing and believed in his mission. To his peer group, cousins, sisters, and brother, he was filled with what his father calls "barroom bravado."
I've been criticized for writing what I think Chase thought and felt. My opinions are based on what Chase said to me, my parents, and my brother on the phone and what he wrote in a letter to his sister that "no parent would want their child over here." What he said to others, what they believe about his motives and convictions before and after he was there, they can examine and write.
Chase's mother who is divorced from my brother maintains that he told her he was fighting to keep her safe and free. I have deep feelings for her. I'm a mother. I know it would be difficult to admit that your child died for nothing.
I do believe, though, that history will support this horrible truth. Cindy Sheehan is saying it. I'm saying it. My children are saying it. My parents are saying it. My brother and sister are saying it. Gold Star Families for Peace are saying it. And those analyzing the recent election in Iraq are indicating that a unified country doesn't seem possible. Certainly, Bush Inc. will find it increasingly difficult to convince Americans that the deaths and injuries are noble sacrifices.
It took time for us to admit this about Vietnam--a war in which 59,000 Americans died. And it's estimated that there were more than two million Vietnamese casualties. An anguished Secretary of Defense, Robert McNamara, in his memoir, apologized for this atrocity. Will Donald Rumsfeld someday regret the invasion of Iraq?
Because Iraq is Vietnam. It's painful to say this. Oh, how I wish we could have talked Chase out of joining. Many of us tried. But since we couldn't, I'd like to think that Chase was flown to Dover and then to Lexington, Kentucky to be eulogized for participating in some great cause, but I will never believe this. Some in my family do. Is this denial-the way they handle grief? To me, Chase's sacrifice was meaningless, a move so politically motivated by George Bush that I wonder how anyone could trust that this president has any understanding of the Christianity that he says inspires his every action. I know I shouldn't judge the religious authenticity of anyone.
But I just can't help it. Not only do I doubt Bush's sincerity, I also question his humanity.
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