Yellow Ribbons/Pink Blushes

My husband has reported for duty.  I do not know where he is; I do not know if he has left the States. I do not know when he will arrive at his duty station; I do not know when I will speak to, or see, him next.

Before he kissed me good-bye, he slid a yellow ribbon in my hair.  He asked that I wear it everyday, while he is away.  And, so I will, and so, I do.  It’s small, and pretty and looks striking against my dark hair.  When we able to briefly Skype, he looked for my yellow ribbon, and asked if I was wearing it. I turned my head, and he smiled, not at my profile, but because of my little ribbon.  My little bow, my yellow ribbon, is so much more than an accessory or a fashion statement; it is a visual reminder of our love, of our hope,and of our reunion.

The other evening, a friend called me to join her at the local hang-out.  Normally, I would not agree to this, but another friend had wisely kept items that I needed to pick up from her, for upcoming events.  It was a good lure, and I bit the bait and came.  They knew it; they knew I needed laughter and a break and company and reassurance.  I didn’t even ask or say anything, and yet they knew it.

As we were visiting, a gentleman sitting across from me said something, that I had missed. I looked to my friend, and she clarified, “He said, You have something growing out of your head.”  I turned to him and said, “Yes, it is my yellow ribbon.”  He looked at me again, confused, and began to sing the old, famous lines.  I am sure you know the words, “Tie a yellow ribbon, round the old oak tree. If you still love me, if you still need me…. ” That’s all he remembered;  for most of us, myself included, those few opening lines are all that we can recall. Only, it was the wrong song, but with the right sentiments. In response to his singing, my dear friend looked at the gentleman, who was gently laughing and teasing me, and earnestly said, “Her husband is deployed. She wears her ribbon for him.”

There are few times in my life when I have seen a grown man blush, and this was one of them.  He started to sputter, turned a rosy pink, and then, he thanked me, for my husband’s service and sacrifice.  And, he offered to by my man a beer, upon his safe return.  You can bet I am going to hold him to his word. And, as I was leaving, the last words that floated out to me, was this,” Do you see her? Do you see her yellow ribbon? She wears it for her husband, who is deployed. I didn’t know they did that anymore.”  Well, whether or not others wear yellow ribbons anymore, even if it is an bygone tradition, and even if doesn’t match or isn’t fashionable, I will wear mine.  Proudly, Everday, until my Love comes  Home.

Here are the lyrics to the original song, written by the Andrews Sisters, written and sung in 1949:

 

She Wore a Yellow Ribbon

Round her neck she wore a yellow ribbon
She wore it in the winter  And the merry month of May
When I asked her: Why the yellow ribbon?
She said: It’s for my lover who is far far away
Far away, far away, far away, far away

She said: It’s for my lover who is far far away
Far away, far away, far away, far away
She said: It’s for my lover who is far far away

When, at first, she met a winsome Johnny
He wasn’t sure her heart was pure
Her eyes were far too bold
So, round her neck, He tied a yellow ribbon
He tied a yellow ribbon
‘Cause it matched her hair of gold

Hair of gold, hair of gold
He tied a yellow ribbon
‘Cause it matched her hair of gold
Hair of gold, hair of gold
He tied a yellow ribbon
For her eyes were far too bold

If, perchance, you spy a lovely maiden
And by her side, there walks with pride
A Johnny strong and gay [happy]
And round her neck there is a yellow ribbon
No matter how you love her
Please stay far far away

Far away, far away, far away, far away
No matter how you love her
Please stay far far away
Far away, far away, far away, far away
Her love is for another
So stay far far away
Far far away

Round her neck she wore a yellow ribbon
She wore it in the winter
And the merry month of May
When I asked her: Why the yellow ribbon?
She said: It’s for my lover who is far far away
Far away, far away

She said: It’s for my lover who is far far away
Far away, far away
She said: It’s for my lover who is far far away

Far far away
For her lover who is far far away

In Memory of Fallen Heroes

Fallen Hero                                                      
By Anonymous

I stare at the casket; Draped with the nation’s cloth.
I’m momentarily startled; As the guns go off.
Another fallen soldier; Being laid to rest.
I struggle to breathe; For this tightness in my chest.
The bugler so smooth; As he hits every note.
It is hard to swallow; Because of this lump in my throat.
Tears fall like rain; As I look to the sky.
No matter how many times I hear it; Taps still makes me cry.
The bugle now silent; As we pray for the dead.
I gather myself; As I bow down my head.
Lord bless these heroes; Who have given their lives.
Comfort their children; Their husbands and wives.

Let us not forget: They have give their all.
Let the bugle be silent; let no more soldiers fall.

It started with a facebook message, which developed into a friendship, which has become a need for shared tears and sorrow. Did I know the family personally? No, I have never met this Fallen Hero’s family.  But, I became friends with his sister, as we united our efforts in a joint cause, to put an end to protests at military funerals.  I remember when she contacted me for advice, asking me to help her with a poem, a homework assignment, a loving tribute to her brother.  I read today her small painful post, a small question, “Did my baby brother’s obituarry come out today?”  With one line, my heart broke, shattered. For her, her family, for our Fallen Heroes everywhere. 

A poignant reminder that while we are engaging in our daily lives, worrying about money, schedules, to-do lists, and the never ending grind of balancing work and family, there are others who have far greater concerns.  Concerns where life and death is a daily occurrence, where a step left instead of a step right could be the difference between stepping on an IED or missing one.  Where one day you go to sleep with your brother and sisters-in-arms, with thoughts of family and home and loved ones far away, and you wake up, and it’s your last day.

And, you didn’t know it, and neither did anyone else.  And, your spouse, children, loved ones, and family are waiting and worrying for you.  Because, they haven’t been told yet.  But when the knock comes, the phone rings, and sorrow enters the house, time stands still.  All else pales in comparison.  Yesterday’s arguments, the struggles with the kids, the worry about finance and bills, none of it matters.  It looks petty in comparison to today’s news, because it is.  Because today, there is only room for loss, and pain, and sorrow, and remembrance.  Today, a family learned that one they had hoped and prayed and believed was going to come home to them, is.  But, instead of a happy homecoming, there will be funeral.
Did I know him personally? No.  But, I weep, for him, his sister, his family, his friends, his unit.  And, we should.  We all should.  Every time a soldier falls on the battlefield, we should mark his name, remember his life, and cry with his family and  loved ones.
Because, he lived.  Because, he loved.  Because, he served.  For love of country. For us. 


Thank you for your service and sacrifice to our country.  May you rest in peace.  Gone but never forgotten.

 

The above poem is posted in loving memory of Anthony B. Ware, and for all of Our Fallen Heroes.
Semper Fi Forver.

 

Of Iron and Irony

If you have been following this blog, you will no doubt have noticed that I have been missing for the past month.  I am happy to share with you why! After two years of hard work and personal sacrifice, I have finally been able to take the steps to move Silent Rank Sisterhood from an informal grass-roots organization to a fully incorporated, state-registered non-profit! This was a necessary and critical step, because in order to sustain the organization and develop the initiatives and the projects, it now needs greater resources and funding than what my family can provide. So if you are looking for a charity to support that has a direct impact on our military community, I hope you will consider supporting Silent Rank Sisterhood.

As you ponder that thought,  I feel that it is time that I share with you the story of how Silent Rank Sisterhood came to be.  I have never shared this before, but I think the time is right. The reason I have not spoken of it prior to today is because I tend to shy away from such personal stories.  The issues and the challenges with which I grapple are emotionally charged, painful, and raw.  But, that is the reality of being a military spouse, and my experiences shape everything that Silent Rank Sisterhood offers and is. It will help explain why I am so passionate about the work I do, and why I am driven to make this succeed, not for my benefit or gain, but for the benefit of service members, military spouses, and their loved ones, who are in similar circumstances.

My husband deployed for his first tour in 2007, and  my first experience with deployment was tramautizing, for my daughter and myself. During our first deployment, my heart broke  as I watched the impact deployment had on my daughter.  Nothing is worse than watching your child suffer, knowing you are helpless to change the circumstance. She suffered from anxiety, depression, night terrors, and even hair loss. What I learned is that these are common reactions that  a lot of  military children experience when a parent deploys.  Working with a team of professionals, we developed a coping strategy, which included providing distractions, short-term milestones and rewards, and setting future goals to celebrate.  I was told to de-emphasize deployment and to divert her focus and attention elsewhere.  I learned  that children  are often able to process situations and feel emotions at a higher stage of development than they can adequately express.  The gap in the development of  communication skills can cause frustrations, which can lead to changes in behavior and mood.  Fortunately, these changes are temporary and cyclical, phasing out as a child adjusts to the new normal.

As I was tending to my daughter, I was unaware that I myself was at risk.  One night, in the middle of my husband’s first tour, I found myself sitting in the emergency room.  I thought I had walking pneumonia; I learned that I  did not have pneumonia at all.  The doctors told me that I was under so much stress, my muscles had become like a too tightly wound spring.  When the tension was finally released, I had a muscle spasm in my upper chest wall.  That was what accounted for the painful breathing and the sensation of bricks sitting on my chest. The fear of becoming more ill, with no close family to help or to tend to my child,  was enough to motivate me to focus on my well-being, as well that of my daughter. I recovered, and we got through the rest of our first deployment, but not without  emotional scars.

Silent Rank Sisterhood story begins in 2009, with my husband’s second deployment.  For the second time, right at the onset of deployment, I found myself facing an incredibly difficult and different set of circumstances caused directly by deployment.  I found myself alone, once again managing and coping with a set of challenges that had the potential to break me.  Knowing what I had to manage, knowing I had a child who needed me, knowing I had no help and no support,  I knew then and there that I had to make a choice. For the duration of the deployment, either I could be defined by my circumstances or I could define the situation. I chose the latter, and I made a decision to use my negative experiences to help other struggling military families.  By partnering with a local church, I held my very first event, a Sweethearts Apart Valentine’s Dinner, to benefit deployed families.   That was the first of several activities and venues, to benefit the local military population.  Those seeds of kindness, compassion, community support, and partnership blossomed into Silent Rank Sisterhood.

While partnering with the church to create local events, I also began my broader outreach.  I started with one small facebook page, which immediately connected me to other military spouses.  I knew I wasn’t alone in my struggles, and I was proven correct. I have been contacted by members of the military community from every corner of our country, including Alaska, as well as from abroad, including Germany and Japan. My communications have shown me that there are certain themes common to military families, yet service members and  military families  believe that these experiences are isolated occurrences, unique to personal circumstances.

The Common Themes that are the most important are as follows:

  • Military Spouses/Extended Family/Significant Others often feel alone, isolated, overwhelmed and abandoned during a loved ones deployment
  • Military families do not have access to the resources and support they need
  •  Assumptions exist that the network of support is already established and that numerous resources and programs can be easily accessed
  • The Deployment Cycle requires support, before, during, and after each stage
  • Depression, anxiety, and insomnia are frequent, normal reactions to deployment
  • Children often experience changes in mood and behaviors, as a reaction to deployment.  Such changes tend to be cyclical, but for changes lasting more than three weeks,  professional medical assistance should be sought.
  •  Neither the Reintegration Phase nor PTSD is well understood by service members or their families
  • PTSD, left untreated, wreaks havoc in relationships
  • Challenges due to PCS include a lack of community, a lack of belonging, career displacement, and lost employment and educational opportunities
  • There is a disconnect between the military community and the public
  • Those who want to support the military have difficulty connecting with the local military population and vice versa

The fact that these are common themes illustrates the need and the importance of Silent Rank Sisterhood. In 2010, when we PCSd to our new home, shortly after my husband’s safe return from his second tour, I carried the work and the initiatives with me. I decided that if I can make a difference and help improve the circumstances of one even one suffering military family, then my efforts and the endeavors of Silent Rank Sisterhood are not in vain.  The very fact that the number of military families who attend the events that Silent Rank Sisterhood offers increases with each venue is proof that this support is both needed and necessary.   And, that is why I am so proud to finally have been able to take the leap to incorporate! It has been a long, personal journey, and I am very proud of what Silent Rank Sisterhood has become.

Today, Silent Rank Sisterhood now has two military support facebook pages, each for a defined purpose, this website, and social media. It has multiple community outreach programs, engages in advocacy and awareness, provides business opportunities for military members, military spouses, and supports small businesses who are military-friendly.  It supports and engages with the community, partnering with organizations, and providing volunteer opportunities, while mentoring youth.  And, we continue our  service projects, which are also growing! When I think about the journey, it is amazing that all of this has happened in a two-year period!

As I write this, I am staring down the barrel of a third deployment.  I know that this deployment will bring its own set of challenges and difficulties. But, just as iron must be smelted before it can become steel, I expect that, although I may be burned, something lasting and useful will come from the process. I don’t always know where this journey will lead or what will grow from the ashes of my life, but I am convinced it will be positive and fruitful, even if it is not without pain.

I hope you visit again! And, even if you choose not to support Silent Rank Sisterhood, I ask that you do support our military members and their families.  It is always okay to disagree with policies, politics, and war, but the soldier who chooses to serve his country and the loved ones who wait for him or her should always have our nation’s support.

Thank you! And, May Gob Bless and Keep our Country, Our Military, and their Families

~ Ms. Kirsten O’Neill

Founder and CEO of Silent Rank Sisterhood

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Help Soldiers Angels

I have been a long time fan and supporter of Soldiers’ Angels, so I am happy to have an opportunity to assist them during their time of need.  I will have the  pleasure of working with them as they host a First Response Backpack drive for my town’s Memorial Day tribute.   Please consider helping them, too! Host a Back-Drive of your own, or have a care package collection.  Soldiers’ Angels provides so much for so many, from adopting out our deployed service members who are in need of support, to providing  other support services, like the First Response Backpacks. They give so generously and do so much;  it is now our turn to help them.  My family, my community,  and Silent Rank Sisterhood are all proud to be of assistance! Would you find a way to help them, too? Thank you for your consideration and support!

 

 

Purple Up! Show Support for Military Kids!

April is the Month of the Military Child!

On April 13, 2012, Join Operation Military Kids and Silent Rank Sisterhood as we Proudly Purple Up! for our Military Kids!

Let’s turn the country purple to show our Military Kids our Support!

 

Show us how you Purpled Up! Post a pic, visit the fb page, send a tweet!

Thank you for Celebrating Military Kids during Month of the Military Child!