ROAD KILL – DAY ONE – SEPTEMBER 1ST:
I don’t usually do “Road
Kill” reports on my U.S. travels but this one is very special. Tomorrow
(Friday) Chely Wright and I will visit the wounded at Walter Reed and
Bethesda. I want to document this because it is so important to us.
We were able to visit both hospitals last May before our trip to Iraq.
We will be departing for Iraq again in less than two weeks.
So, yesterday, we spent all
day at Ft. Campbell getting the immunizations and prescriptions filled for
our trip to Kuwait and Iraq. Thankfully, I’m up-to-date and didn’t need
anything.
Today Chely and I flew up to
Baltimore. I arrived at the airport a few minutes before her and got
checked in. She checked her bags curbside and we started walking
inside. Then I heard the dreaded “Oh No”….just like I had heard so many
times from Jolie on the trip to Europe last month. I knew it was bad and
one look at her face confirmed it. She had left her make-up bag in her
bathroom at home – at least a 3o minute drive one way. She could have
purchased more makeup, but all her prescription medicine was also in the
bag. It was medicine she has to take every day so having the band bring
it up on the bus on Saturday was not an option. I went to the Southwest
counter and begged the agent to please fly just the pills up to Baltimore
for us on the next flight. No deal. “Unaccompanied bags” are not
allowed on a flight…which makes sense. But, I don’t understand why we
couldn’t put a couple of pills in an envelope and have them flown up.
Tried to get in touch with our contact at American Airlines because I knew
he would take care of it for her. But, American didn’t have any flights
to Baltimore that night.
SOOO…..we decided to stay
over and take the next flight out…2 ½ hours later. The ticket agent said
that we would have to fly stand-by but that the flight was only half
full. He also said that our bags would have to go ahead and be flown on
the earlier flight but that Southwest would “hold” them for us until we
arrived. After he got everything changed, I made him lean across the
counter and I whispered, “Why can you fly 3 pieces of checked
UNACCOMPANIED luggage on a flight but you can’t fly a couple of pills
UNACCOMPANIED?” He turned red with embarrassment and said, “I can’t
touch that one”. I decided to keep my mouth shut before I screwed us out
of the flight.
We got on the plane and
there were plenty of empty seats. Chely likes to sit by herself, so she
sat in the middle seat in a row of 3 seats and I sat across from her in an
aisle seat. About 30 minutes into the flight, this older man comes
barreling down the aisle and sits in the aisle seat right beside Chely.
Both of our mouths dropped open at the same time because there were
several rows of empty seats. He mumbled something about his seat being
“squeaky”. Chely sat there for about 3 seconds then got up and moved to
an empty row. It was beyond strange.
Landed and our bags were
waiting for us. Grabbed a taxi to the hotel and were hoping we would
arrive in time to see President Bush’s speech. The taxi driver was
definitely not from America and he didn’t speak really good English. He
mumbled something about he HAD to turn up the radio because it was almost
time for President Bush to speak. Chely asked him if he was going to vote
for Bush and he said, “Of Course”. Then she asked him where he was from
and he said Djibouti! What are the chances??? Never in my life did I
think I would ever go to Djibouti and I certainly never expected to meet
someone in Baltimore that was from there. I got so excited and told him
I was just there in July. He said, “So you met my sister”!!! Not sure
what that meant but we did chat about Djbouti for a while.
Made it to the hotel in time
to see President Bush’s speech. What a wonderful, wonderful President he
is. Sure hope he gets re-elected.
Going to bed soon. Have to
get myself “mentally” prepared for the visits tomorrow. It’s so hard to
see the young men and women missing arms, legs, or with severe wounds.
But the really uplifting part of the visit is the fact that none of them
we met last time was bitter. They all believed in what they were doing
for the Iraqi people, were disappointed that they had “left their buddies
there to finish the job” and all of them wanted to go back over there.
Jude
ROAD KILL – DAY TWO – SEPTEMBER 3RD:
I started the “Road Kill
Reports” for this trip because I felt I needed to share the experiences at
Bethesda and Walter Reed with everyone. After spending the day there
today, I know that I can’t. It’s simply too personal. I will give you a
synopsis but the experiences we shared there today with the finest young men
and women in the world are too special to write about in an email.
I got up early and went into a
really nice little gym at the hotel to run on the treadmill for an hour.
Then we departed the hotel at about 10:30 am for the first stop at
Bethesda. Our driver and our escort from USO Metro are long-time friends
and wonderful people to work with. My only concern was the fact that we had
only allowed one hour for the visit to Bethesda and I knew it would take
much longer. We actually spent about 3 hours there! We had a wonderful
escort at Bethesda to walk us around also. He gave us a “briefing” on each
marine that we met before we went into the rooms. I kept notes on each man
and woman that we met because I want to be able to look back and remember
their stories.
Again, we did not meet one
person who was “bitter” about their fate in life and everyone was worried
about their buddies that they had left in Iraq. Without fail, they all
stated that they wished their injuries were such that they would heal
quickly and they could go back to Iraq. We did meet one young man who was
pretty insistent that he was NOT a hero.
After visiting Bethesda, we
had a quick lunch where we met a wonderful lady who volunteers to assist the
USO in escorting the visitors to the hospitals. We were supposed to go to
the Occupational Therapy Ward and spend a couple of hours with the
amputees. However, because we were so late in arriving, we had to visit the
individual rooms first. Then, we spent so long doing this, we did not get
to visit the OT patients at all. This was a real disappointment to me as
we had several “names” of soldiers that we wanted to say hello to from
various people. We had a wonderful Chaplain who escorted us from room to
room, introducing us to the men and women. In each room at both
hospitals, we spent anywhere from 10-20 minutes talking with them. Chely
autographed photos that we had brought with us and the USO took Polaroid
photos that we left with the soldiers and marines. The Chaplain
“mentioned” that there were a lot of children and their parents on the
pediatric ward that never received any visits from the celebrities. Chely
and I are such “softies” that we immediately agreed to go see them. By 8:30
pm we had visited with 22 soldiers and marines ranging in age from 19 to 37
years old and 7 children and their parents. The children ranged in age
from 3 months to 22!
The absolute highlight of my
day was walking into one of the soldier’s room and introducing myself and
his response was, “I remember you”! He was at Camp Anaconda in Balad in
July when I was there with Chalee Tennison and Danni Leigh. I was amazed
that he remembered me and so sad that he had been injured. I assured him
that if Chely got to go back there on her tour, that we would say hello to
all his buddies for him. He was hit by shrapnel when an RPG was lobbed
over the fence line. This happened SO many times while we were there in
July.
We got the names of everyone
and where they had served so that when Chely tours there in a few days, we
can say hello for them. We asked each person where they were from, how
their injury happened and where they were serving when it happened. It
made it so much more
“real” when talking with them because I have visited almost all of the Camps
where they had served. Have I mentioned lately how wonderful Chely is with
these fine, young m en
and women? She is genuinely interested in their injuries and not at all
squeamish about touching their wounds. One soldier had eaten a lot of junk
food yesterday and Chely held his “pink bucket” for she put him totally at
ease. When she leaves the room, everyone knows that she was there because
she cares about them, wants to know about their injuries and their personal
lives, and she will continue going overseas to entertain them and their
buddies and visiting the wounded. (Photo left: Chely, Scott and Judy).
The hardest part of the day
was visiting with a handsome young man who had lost both of his eyes. It
was a very recent injury and he was trying to adjust to not having his
sight. He is going to be fitted with “bionic” eyes as soon as feasible.
We met an amazing Two Star
General who commanded the 4 ID and remembered my visits there at Christmas
and 4th of July. His 26 year old son was in the hospital and
had lost his left arm.
The injuries we saw were
caused by a variety of things from IED’s, grenades, gunshots, RPGs, mortar
attacks, and one from a humvee colliding with a tank.
I know that many of you read
this and think that war is a terrible thing and I agree, it is. But if you
could see the pride and hear the stories of these men and women who have
served on the front lines and risked their lives so that we can continue to
live in a “free America”, you would know that it is worth the sacrifice.
We left there today feeling emotionally and physically drained but with a
renewed enthusiasm to come back and visit again as soon as possible and to
take more entertainment to our men and women still serving overseas. It is
impossible to convey in writing what we experienced. I will say that this
visit was much “easier” than our first visit last May. This time we knew
what to expect and I only cried once (privately, of course) the entire day.
Jude
ROAD KILL – DAY THREE – SEPTEMBER 4TH
Lots of dreams last night (Chely,
too!) about the boys we met at the hospital yesterday. It definitely
leaves a lasting impression.
Up early to work out and
then over to the airport to pick up a rental car. Tried to catch up on
email until it was
time to go over for the show. Chely did an awesome TWO shows at the
Ramshead Tavern. Cpt. Josh Anderson from AFE (who has put together our
tour to Iraq for us) and Betty Naylor (my dear friend from the USO) both
at tended
the show. There were several Presidential Secret Service agents who were
also supposed to attend. Several people walked in a few minutes after the
show had started and in “jest”, Chely stopped singing and “busted” them
for being late. Of course, it HAD to be my friend in the Secret
Service. I told her that only SHE could get by with busting the Secret
Service! General Hagee’s daughter (USMC) that we met last year also
attended with several of her friends. (Photo left: Cpt. Josh Anderson;
AFE, Chely and Betty Naylor; USO).
She introduced Betty
from the USO and dedicated “Single White Female” to Josh. After the
show, this lady walked up to Josh and asked him if he was “Josh”. When he
responded that he was, she jabbed her finger in his chest and said,
“Strike while the iron is hot! She’s single. Go get her!”
J
She had a very long “meet
and greet” between sets – over 150 people lined up for autographs! A
wonderful photographer that we met on our fi rst
tour to Iraq attended the show and it was great to see him and talk to him
again. A lady who is doing a story on Stars for Stripes for American
Forces Press Services also attended. My F-16 pilots from Korea both
bailed out on me at the last minute! (Hope you’re reading this!!!)
Got back to the hotel around
midnight and she left on the bus at around 1 am. I’m flying back to
Nashville tomorrow morning.
ROAD KILL – DAY FOUR –
SEPTEMBER 5TH
Up
early to fly home but lots of “problems” in emails made me late leaving
the hotel. Got stressed and
left my cell phone at the
front desk, tried to open the trunk of
the wrong rental car and
forgot to fill the car up with gas! (Photo left: Chely pictured with
Donna and Bill Miles w/ American Forces Press Service)
Picked up a copy of General
Franks new book at the airport and it is AWESOME. If you haven’t read it
yet, by all means get a copy. Can’t put it down!
Not many people on the
flight and no turbulence. Back in Nashville now! So sad about the
terrorist attack in Russia that killed all the children. Cannot
understand “monsters” like this!
Jude
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