I forgot this part:
For the first year after Casey was killed, I didn’t want to believe it. I didn’t want to place a TOMBstone on my son’s grave. I didn’t want one more marble proof that my son was dead. I couldn’t even call where he was buried a "cemetery," I had to call it "Casey’s Park." I placed fresh flowers in the cup every week and journaled there almost on a daily basis, and often laid on it and fell asleep and dreamed of my needlessly killed son. Have any of these people who claim that I am pissing on my son’s grave even visited him? Have they visited the grave of any soldier needlessly or senselessly killed in George’s war of choice for oil and profit? Have they sobbed uncontrollably for my first born who shouldn’t even need a gravestone? No, all they want to do is attack a mother who wants to prevent other people from having to bury their own child. They want to perpetuate a war that has already killed many thousands of our fellow human beings for absolutely nothing.
It wasn't for nothing Ms. Sheehan, you got at least $250k. But I'm sure you returned this to the government since it was "blood money".
BULL. Check. Sweetness-light.
There is joy in Camp Casey