I have kept mostly quiet about Bowe Bergdahl other than to mention his homecoming. There are reasons for this that I won’t get into here.
However, given the numerous reporting about Bergdahl’s desertion and betrayal, I figured that instead of publishing a lengthy opinion piece, I would simply say my peace in a concise manner, and then defer to Anita Farries Kessler to give my feelings a voice.
So first, me.
As the mother of a United States Marine, I despise Bowe Bergdahl.
Yes, I said “DESPISE.” I do not exaggerate, and I am not emoting.
As I United States Army veteran, I want him tried and executed for treason.
As an American citizen whose family escaped tyranny – REAL tyranny, and not the type some sheltered, sniveling commie created because someone got sand in their vagina about some imagined slight – I find Bergdahl to be beyond contempt.
I am absolutely, 100 percent sure that Bowe Bergdahl is a traitor. A twisted, evil traitor.
The reason for his betrayal is irrelevant. He volunteered to serve in the Army after he was rejected by the French Foreign Legion. He tried to join the legion first. Don’t tell me he got squeamish. The legion, I’m fairly sure, would have been tougher. He walked off looking for the Taliban, and indicated he would abandon his unit if the mission wasn’t to his liking before the deployment began. He helped the enemy kill Americans, consciously and willingly. The bottom line is he’s a traitor. What he’s done is inexcusable.
Now, I cannot vouch for the authenticity of Mrs. Farries Kessler. I don’t know if she is who she says she is. I don’t know her from Adam. I do know, however, that she has voiced my thoughts, so I will leave a portion of them here. Read the rest if you so choose.
A soldier’s mom writes to Mrs. Bergdahl.
By Anita Farries Kessler:
My Open letter to Bowe Bergdahl’s mother……June 6, 2014 (Lengthy)
Dear Mrs. Bergdahl:
As the mother of an active duty soldier currently serving his second tour in Afghanistan, I felt compelled to send you my thoughts. You may have difficulty hearing this but I am compelled to say it. Please know that I have championed your son since the day the United States heard of his disappearance. Being an Army mom, my heart broke for you. It broke for you because at that time my son was serving in Ramadi, Iraq for Operation Iraqi Freedom at the height of the troop surge under George W. Bush. I could not begin to imagine the anguish you must have been going through knowing your son was in a foreign, hostile land and missing. The depth of that fright was nearly unfathomable and I prayed daily that this tragic incident would come to a happy ending. Now my son is on his SECOND deployment to Afghanistan for Operating Enduring Freedom. I worry every minute that he is over there. It is an all-consuming worry…the kind that only another mother would ever understand. We all know that in our eyes our soldiers are forever our babies.
I was so happy when the announcement first hit the news that your son was being brought home. I posted my joy on all my social networking sites and thought that this was just a glorious moment. Then we as Americans, along with the world watched and got to meet the parents of this soldier that was finally coming home. Mrs. Bergdahl…..from that moment you stood in the Rose Garden of our White House, I have felt heartsick, angry, and violated. I am writing you to tell you why I feel those things. You will not like much of what I have to say. Some of it may be hard to hear because as mothers we tend to have tunnel vision where our children are concerned. It needs to be said…not for you, but for ME. It needs to be said, not by a politician, not by another soldier, but by another military mother…..
Being a former Law Enforcement Officer I know something about pride. I know something about dignity. I know something about honor. Being the mother of a soldier, I know about sacrificing for something that is bigger than ourselves. I know, without hesitation, that I would give my life to protect my family, my country, and it’s citizen’s freedoms, along with our way of life in the greatest country in the world. America is the last stop for freedom. Should she cease to exist there is nowhere else to go that is free. These United States of America are the best of the best and this country is our homeland. Something this wonderful cannot be maintained without a price. Sometimes that price is hefty and burdensome. It takes strength to keep us alive and thriving. Strength requires tough decisions and follow-through if it is to stand on it’s own. We swear an oath to be a police officer. Your son swore an oath to become a United States soldier. Where I come from an oath means something. It is a VOW. It is a promise. It is not to be taken lightly and it is not to be broken. More importantly, it is and was not to be broken at the expense of those I stood shoulder-to-shoulder with while I was taking it. We vowed to follow and enforce the Constitution of the United States of America and Mrs. Bergdahl….so did your son. So did MY son.
Unfortunately, Mrs. Bergdahl, this is where we part company in the motherhood department. How sad for both of us as mothers that we view the world so differently and at such a high cost.
My son saw the same atrocities your son saw. My son is STILL seeing the ugliness of war. Yours is not. No…he trained the enemy to create the atrocities that MY son cleans up. Your son taught the enemy how to kill his American brothers and leave their bodies strewn on the streets and roads of Afghanistan. MY son stands his post and protects those there from people like YOUR son. He guards American soldiers and Afghani civilians alike. Your son disgraced his vow….his OATH. It meant NOTHING to your son.
My son lives his oath and still stands guard there TODAY (June 6th, 2014)…proudly, and with great vigilence. Your son was repulsed by the death of “innocent children”. My son nearly died because of a child. My son received a Purple Heart in Iraq when he and the Bradlee he was driving were blown up by a CHILD. A little boy set the trip wire for the IED that blew my son up. A CHILD set the trip wire that left my son ON FIRE inside a Bradlee vehicle with a jammed hatch pin. My son was only 19 years old at the time. How proud you must be that YOUR son trained the very people that make those IEDs and kill their own as quickly as they kill American soldiers. My son went on humanitarian missions to give the children soccer balls, candy, water, and toys. My son watched as one of his closest friends and brother in arms died as they were bending to help an Iraqi man who had been injured….That “innocent civilian” your son and husband praise, detonated himself as soon as they were close enough….with the type of bombs YOUR son was teaching the Taliban to make in Afghanistan at the time. MY son asks himself what could HE have done to save his buddies. He asks himself why is he here and they are not. He weeps for the brothers he has lost. Your son taught our enemy how to kill his own brothers that laid down their lives for YOUR SON. Are you beginning to see how you and I are both mothers but so very different Mrs. Bergdahl? Do you see how different you are from the mothers of the six brave brothers in arms who gave their lives looking for your son? They were American soldiers. They had mothers, fathers, brothers, sisters, wives….FAMILY….just like Bowe does. Bowe gets to come home to his……those six soldiers never will. Walk along the Warrior Walk at Ft. Stewart, Georgia Mrs. Bergdahl. See the memorials….hundreds of them. See who your son BETRAYED….let it sink in. Hear the hush of the leaves as their souls breathe across the flags on the field there. Tell their families how bad the Army was for your son….tell the souls of those brave men and women how Bowe should be excused for what he has done. And tell me how I am supposed to understand a soldier with no honor. Sometimes we have to take a look at the hard, cold truth and it is painful. The hard, cold truth of the matter is that your son is a coward. A coward of the worst kind Mrs. Bergdahl. Please do not insult my motherhood by calling him a hero….in any sense of the word.
Try him as a traitor should be tried.
I will wait.