[Congressional Record Volume 150, Number 109 (Tuesday, September 14, 2004)]
[House]
[Pages H7184-H7185]
From the Congressional Record Online through the Government Publishing Office [www.gpo.gov]
THE AMERICAN SOLDIERS IN IRAQ
The SPEAKER pro tempore. Under a previous order of the House, the
gentlewoman from California (Ms. Woolsey) is recognized for 5 minutes.
Ms. WOOLSEY. Mr. Speaker, tonight, I will read an article that was
written by Joan Ryan, a columnist at the San Francisco Chronicle, that
was in the newspaper on September 9, 2004. Joan was talking before a TV
show, and she wrote an article about the conversation she had with
Dolores Kesterson, and these are Joan's words: ``Dolores Kesterson
wanted to know if I had read about the father in Florida. Dolores's 29-
year-old son, Erik, her only child, was killed almost 10 months ago
when his Black Hawk helicopter crashed in Mosul during a firefight. He
had been in Iraq just 8 days.
``She found out the ways parents always find out, a knock on their
door. For her, it came around 8:25 the night of November 15 as she was
washing her dinner dishes. A man and a woman from the Army stood in the
doorway. They gently suggested she sit down. `This father in Florida,'
she was telling me, `when the Marines came to the door to tell him his
son had died, took a hammer to their van, poured gasoline into it, set
it on fire and got in.' ''
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Her face remained expressionless, but her eyes lifted to meet mine as
if to say, do you get it? That is what it feels like.
Later, during the show, I saw a picture of Eric: good-looking,
square-jawed, and smiling. But what I really saw on the screen was my
own son, my own only child.
That is why we do not look too closely, I think, on those occasions
when the names and photos of the dead appear in print. We do not want
to get too close to that pain. That is why neighbors have been giving
Kesterson a wide berth. They do not know what to say, but they also do
not want to think too hard about what she has lost: not a soldier, but
a boy, who once slept in footie pajamas, who waved at her from the
merry-go-round, who liked her cooking more than any on Earth.
The only way to make this war at all tolerable is to allow it to be a
televised blur of road-side bombings, insurgent militia and thick
reports issued from Washington at regular enough intervals to keep the
talking heads occupied on the Sunday morning shows.
When embedded reporters covered the start of this war, the big
picture issues, namely, the shaky rationale for the war, were buried
beneath the stories of individual military units. This is why embedding
reporters was such a brilliant stroke. The unwavering focus on the grit
and courage of the American soldiers made it nearly impossible to
criticize the war publicly.
Now that those soldiers are dying, the lens has gone panoramic. The
farther we stay from Erik Kesterson and Steven Bridges and Jimmy
Arroyave and Arron Clark and Ken Ballard, the easier to imagine that
this war is not a horrifying disaster.
The Bush administration is so determined to keep us from thinking
about dead soldiers that it even will not allow photographs of flag-
draped coffins being transported back to the United States. ``Maybe if
everyone could see them, they would realize that they are somebody's
children,'' one parent at the town hall meeting said, which is exactly
the point. This administration would rather we not listen
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too closely to Mark Crowley tell us that his 18-year-old son, just 10
months out of high school, was killed on patrol, or that his gunner,
who weathered six hits to his machine gun, was killed when the seventh
bullet went through his head.
It would rather we not listen to Cindy Sheehan holding her son's
childhood Teddy bear, say that she sleeps only when she takes a pill,
and even then, just 3 or 4 hours. ``It gets worse every day,'' she said
Tuesday night. Her son, Casey, died in April.
All of our children have given their futures, and our futures,
Kesterson satisfied, finally raising her hand to speak on camera toward
the end of the show: ``There will be no grandchildren. These young men
had so much more to give. They could have been great. They are not just
wooden pieces pushed around a war table like a game.''
Somewhere, there is a mother hearing on the news that there have been
casualties in Mosul or Fallujah or Baghdad. She prays, ``Please, don't
let it be my child.'' Maybe this time it will not be, but it is always
somebody's child.
The number of dead Americans in the Iraqi war passed the 1,000 mark
this Tuesday, before the show's taping, and kept going. More knocks on
the door, more gentle suggestions to sit down.
Mr. Speaker, there is a smarter, safer way for America to conduct
itself in Iraq. The course the Bush administration currently has us on
is not it.
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