This morning we all woke up to the news of another mass shooting. This one is in my backyard, at a restaurant/bar I have been to. Many of the victims yet to be named will be young people; it was college night, 18 and up. Many of the “regulars” hale from local colleges my children’s school sends kids off to, Pepperdine and Cal Lutheran. I am bracing to hear of families I may know directly affected.
This morning I woke up and showered quickly, made breakfasts and lunches, no two alike because they’re picky little fuckers, and rushed to Tyler’s 1st Grade Class Veterans Performance.
Sadly, this morning’s event and last night’s tragedy are linked.
I think I’m not alone in this. When I hear of a mass shooting, I am enraged at the gun lobby influence and Congress’ ineffectiveness to put sensible gun laws in place. Well, guys, you’re off the hook on this one.
Today is brought to you by a 28 year old Marine who had previously shown signs of PTSD. He legally purchased a .45 Glock pistol and murdered 10 innocent kids out dancing for the evening and one sheriff sergeant who had devoted the last 29 years of his life to protecting and serving his community.
Today, my 6 year old son sang and danced his heart out. His eyes never left his two grandfathers as he thanked them for their service with awkward choreography and 2 out of every 3 words of the songs.
My dad and father-in-law are proud to have served. One was militarily engaged (story for another time), one was in the reserves. Both voluntarily enlisted and they deserve, and enjoy, the reverence afforded to them on this holiday. I know Tyler was proud to have them in the audience too.
But neither of them give me concern that they have PTSD, that they may harm themselves or someone else. What has changed since they served? I certainly don’t have the answer but I sure as hell know that “thank you for your service” isn’t cutting it anymore.
Tyler and his classmates sang of our freedom and safety and choices. These darling little faces in all shapes, sizes and colors, poetically reminded us of the sacrifice others have made so that we can worship freely, vote, assemble and verbally destroy each other on Facebook. I think we take it all for granted. And I know for certain that our government is not taking care of our veterans.
I realize we have a lot of fronts to fight right now but I believe veterans deserve better. Better because they served. Better because their families also sacrificed. And if it’s the only thing that motivates us, better because they are bringing the wars back to our shores. PTSD is the root of epidemic levels of veteran drug abuse, unconscionable homelessness and now mass shootings.
There has been a trend in recent years not to exhaustingly name the shooters. This one should be different. We will come to understand that Ian Long was a victim of his mental illness. I’ll be surprised if it’s not directly connected to his service as Marine. My wish would be for Congress to fund a mental health initiative in his name for veterans. One that provides therapists immediately upon re-entry and with benefits that never run out. That’s how we can thank our military for their service.
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Excellent post about a tragic situation, Kimby. We need to take much better care of our veterans.
I appreciate you reading.
I agree 100% !!!!!
Thank you for reading and commenting. No more words, just anger and sadness…
Absolutely agree with you. Our military makes their priority to make sure we live safe and care free lives, but when they come back hurt physically, or even worse, emotionally, they are left to their own devices, without help or with the wrong help. As I said in my post medicating without treating is A crime in itself. All psychotropic drugs have terrible side efects, but the drugs are changes, mixed togethe, doses are increased without a second thought, without looking at the consequences. This is not treatment, it is a CRIME in itself!!!
Thank you for your comments. I have to go find your post. This is a disaster!
Incredibly touching, thought provoking piece you’ve written here. You’ve hit the nail on the head. Today I was unable to move past my sadness of this unthinkable, tragic event. I’m haunted by where we sat at Borderline. We would’ve been in the cross hairs. I can’t move past this. These families are our families, we hurt with them. Now fires are burning, the winds are blowing and the ominous feeling in my gut won’t go away.
Just one suggestion- can you make the font bigger and darker for us middle aged folk?
Just a wreck today.
And on the font; you’re not the first to ask. I know it’s an issue. I’ll try to address it soon…
Great post. Beautifully written, Kimby, your ‘voice’ is so vivid!
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