Being married for 25 years to a veteran has been an eye opening experience. Being married to a Beirut Veteran has been stressful. All veterans go through their own hell at some point, but the veterans of the Beirut Bombing have been made to endure a much greater stress than most.
25 years ago, I married a man that was loving, caring, emotional, laid back, funny, kind, and on top of that was my soulmate.
22 years ago, my husband went to Lebanon to sit off the coast of Beirut as the Marines they brought there sat unarmed in a building on a peace keeping mission. Nothing was supposed to happen. The marines and sailors that came to help were caught up in something that should have NEVER happened. They never knew what hit them, or at least the men that lost their lives never did. The ones that were left behind to pick up the pieces were the ones that saw the horrifying aftermath of the blast that shouldn't have taken place.
3 days of trying to find the remains of the men that were needlessly murdered in their sleep was the beginning of the end of the man I married.
241 servicemen were killed on October 23rd, 1983 in Beirut, Lebanon. 241. That's alot of lost lives. That's alot of families detroyed. Children left without fathers, wives without husbands, parents without sons.
For me, I was lucky in that my husband came home, but at the same time, he wasn't my husband. The man that came back from Beirut Lebanon was cold, complacent and angry. The man that came back to me wasn't the fun loving man I had married 3 years prior. He has lost his zest for life, his belief in all that was good, his dreams and aspirations.
My husband died in Beirut as well. Or at least the man I married. He no longer exists. The man I am married to now thinks of nothing but that dreadful day. It has consumed the man I married, and his dreams.
Life isn't and hasn't been the same since that day. We have fought with PTSD, Panic Disorder, Nightmares and sickness that stems from the PTSD. And I have changed as well.
I was a shy, quiet sort of person. Not strong at all. I looked to my husband for that strength. I never said much in anger to anyone and I had great dreams of our future.
October 23rd robbed me of who I was as I sat in my in-laws house watching the special news report and knowing my husband was there. I waited for what seemed forever to hear whether he was alive or dead. I was in a state of panic. What would I do if he was gone? He was my rock, I knew I couldn't live without him.
Finally I got word that he was safe. He hadn't been injured either, but little did I know about how he was changing as he searched for any men that may have still been alive in the rubble.
When he finally returned and walked off the ramp of the U.S.S. Portland, lovingly nicknamed "Sweet Pea", I could see it in his eyes. This man that looked like my husband, wasn't my husband.
My husband was left in Beirut along with 241 men that were in the barracks. His eyes were empty and he was gone.
It's been 22 years now and he is still gone, but the girl he married is too. We were both casualties of the Marine Barracks Bombing. I imagine all the families of the men that served over there are not the same. Whether their husband/fathers/sons were in the building at the moment of the blast, or whether they were simply there to clean up the aftermath, they're all changed from that day.
Beirut didn't just claim the lives of the 241 men you read about. It claimed the lives of everyone involved.
I know, I am one of them, and our children are others. Our life would have been different, but those dreams are gone and we are left with our nightmares of that fateful day.
Horrible things happen, I know this. I also know that life goes on regardless. I just wanted to set the record straight. The casualty count of October 23rd, 1983, Beirut Lebanon is incorrect.
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Here is the letter written by Congressman Bart Stupak of Michigan Donald Rumsfeld. He wrote the letter on my behalf asking Rumsfeld to Reopen the Investigation. If you agree with this please ask your Rep. to follow Stupak and maybe then we can start a tradition of Justice for Veterans.
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it changed the lives of many families, including my own. My husband came back a whole different person, cold a complacent. But now he has regained himself somewhat as he struggles to inform people of this country of what truly happened that day in 1983.
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