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Entries in war (4)

Tuesday
Oct292013

Saturday evening at Diane Benson's house, part 2: A Tlingit drum played the role of her battle-wounded son

In the dark, wee, hours of that most bitter morning in November, 2005, just after Diane had learned her son had lost his legs in Iraq and was now fighting for his life, she pushed her tears aside and picked up a little red book of her poetry. She then read to me a poem she had written when he was 12. In it, she recalled him as he been from birth to then and described her vision of the war she feared he would one day face. Somehow, even then she had known. This Friday, Saturday and Sunday, Diane will perform a play of her own authorship and choreography, Act 3 of which tells her own story as a mother whose heart and soul suffered the wounds of war as surely as did the legs and body of her only son.

She had never performed Act 3 before an audience but felt a need to do so before she went to London. She invited a few close friends over and so performed her premiere showing before an audience of seven. In Act 3, Diane relates how she named her son Latseen, Tlingit for “Strength.” She knew he would grow to be a Strong Man. When he was 18, he drove off to do a cross-country motorcycle trip in the Lower 48. Immediately after 9/11, Latseen announced he was going to join the Army. He wanted to go to Afghanistan and bring bin Laden and al-Qaeda to justice. Instead, he served in the spearpoint in the invasion of Iraq. He returned safely, his four year commitment came to an end and, just as he made plans to get on with life, he was sent back to Iraq under “Stop Loss.”

In Act 3, she reads the same poem she read to me seven years ago. In the most extended scene of the act, Diane reenacts the flight she made with her son and several of his fellow Wounded Warriors from Germany to the US. She moves from stretcher to stretcher – suspended three high – to speak with, comfort and take comfort from all the Wounded Warriors. She also gestures to and communicates with the Tlingit drum pictured – her son. As they fly, they become as one family, she, the mother, all of them her sons, brothers of her son Latseen.

For all the grief, worry, grief and sadness, Latseen, The Strong Man, has gone on to make a good life and family with wife Jessica and to become a Wounded Warrior Olympics star. Diane will be performing the play as part of Origins: Festival of First Nations under the title of When My Spirit Raised Its Hands, her original name for Act 1, her famous play about Native Rights Activist Elizabeth Peratrovich, Tlingit. Peratrovich's impromptu speech before the Alaska Territorial Senate in 1945 turned the tables on some racist Senators and led to Alaska's Anti-Discrimination Act of 1945.

Monday
Oct282013

Saturday evening at Diane Benson's house, part 1: Vanessa recalls the burn victims coming in on 9/11; 10,050 flag ribbons

Saturday evening at Diane Benson's house, part 1: 9/11 remembered. Before Diane gave a handful of friends a private premiere of the play she will be doing in London this Friday, Saturday, and Sunday, we snacked on halibut she had caught, along with chili, veggies, breads, cheesecake and strong coffee. As we did, Phillip Charette listened as Vanessa Salinas recalled how she had been working in DC at Washington Center Hospital on 9/11. When she first heard the news from a coworker, she did not believe it, but then she looked out the window and saw smoke rising from the Pentagon. Immediately, she joined in to help prepare for the patients all knew would soon arrive at the emergency room and burn unit, where she was stationed.

After the partients were brought in and their care had begun, she was given the task of getting 10,000 red, white, and blue ribbons made in just two days. She found a place near DC that agreed to do it. Then, a nurse who had lost her husband in the bombing asked if she could get 50 ribbons to give to family and friends. Salinas called the ribbon makers, who added 50 more to the 10,000.

Salinas was there when President George W. Bush, who so far had kept a low profile, arrived without media to visit the wounded. The man who she saw enter the hospital looked frightened and unsure. Later, when he came out from the hospital rooms, she saw a President who had completely changed. He was resolute. The next day, he went to New York, stood in the rubble of the Twin Towers and gave his famous speech. She was moved by what she saw, but it didn't stop her from carrying signs to protest some of Bush's later actions. 

 

Text added at 9:56 PM. The Squarespace nightmare continues.

Saturday
Oct262013

I knew I would come home to find at least one boy had stayed behind

When I left Chugiak to return home, I wondered which of the boys I would find had decided not to go back to Anchorage with their parents but to stay in Wasilla with their grandparents. When I had earlier left the house to go to Chigiak, in theory they were all going to go home. But I knew they wouldn't. These are the two who remained behind, Kalib and Jobe.

What I witnessed tonight in Chugiak is well worth a report here, but I think I will wait until tomorrow to do it. I could spend the whole day tomorrow just blogging about today. But then, I can't afford to spend the whole day at it. I'll give it some time, though.

 

Text added at 10:58 PM, The Squarespace nightmare continues.

Tuesday
Jan292013

Pearl Harbor: beautiful lady on an anti-aircraft gun; USS Arizona - the grave of 1177

Before we left Oahu to come here to The Big Island of Hawaii, Margie and I visited Pearl Harbor. There, we saw a beautiful

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