War Mongers and Amanda
(3/14/12Edit: I wrote this last year but wanted to update it as the "War Mongers" aka "Banksters" really are working to start another undeclared war
with Iran. So I thought this story would be appropriate. Also see related: Conflicts on Earth, War Child (poem), and War or Affinity)
"All tyranny needs to gain a foothold is for people of good conscience to remain silent." Thomas Jefferson
Introduction:
My son and daughter in law picked me up for dinner. On the way to their house, we stopped to pick up two of the girls, my granddaughter and her
cousin. Also we picked up my grandson who was four at that time.
On the way home, he tried to talk my ear off. He was so interested in everything and enthusiastic about life.
But the girls they really caught my attention. Their enthusiasm was in such great volume. Laughing, giggling and chatting as we went home.
At that moment, I thought how precious these children were. I thought how important their survival is to the family. I thought how important their
survival will be to mankind.
Children do not have to grow up into cynical, bitter, dishonest, estranged adults. Children do not have to grow up to hate their families or life. My
children, despite a few divorces, are, in the main, very cheerful adults.
My grandchildren are being parented by better parents than I was. I've learn a lots and assisted my children where I saw a need.
Perhaps my wife and I did a better job that I think. But I stray from the story.
So Amanda is everyone's little cute bubbly two year old. It could even have been you, you beat up adult.
So this story is meant to evoke emotional responses. It is about the needless murder of your two year old child by a war machine operating for profit.
I'm sure you don't believe it couldn't happen to you and didn't happen. But what about your granddaughter or grandson. Or what about that flock of
great grandchildren, anyone of them could be victim even in these great United States.
Oh it would not be called a war. And somehow their death or abduction by the government would all be legal. And now that you are a terrorist, you're
subject to arrest by the local terrorist group at the airport, in your home or anywhere.
War Mongers and Amanda
It was a quiet summer evening on a rather cool August night. Dinner was done. The children were being put to bed.
Mother and Dad were exhausted as usual. Both working overtime and not being paid for it just to keep their jobs.
As they settled in, there was an explosion and gun fire off in the distance. The peace of the evening SHATTERED by destruction!
The children were suddenly not sleepy and not ready for bed. They wondered fearfully what was going on.
Mom and Dad were no longer exhausted. The adrenalin was pumping in huge gushes from the shock of the loud explosion.
They attempted to quiet the four children and get them to go back to bed.
Suddenly there was a BLAST. The right hand wall of the house collapsed inward.
Home Invasion
Almost instantly, several soldiers in full battle gear stormed in through the gaping hole.
Mom and dad were on the floor by from blast.
Dad was unconscious, laying face down, was roughly hand cupped. Mom was in laying in shock. They hand cupped her on the floor.
The three children, who been furtherest away, were herded into the bedroom by the solders
But even in her shock, I could see, mom notice only three children were herded into the bedroom.
She screamed “Where is my baby?” Amanda, the two year old had been over where the wall was blown in.
Mom really went into hysteria.
The soldiers seemed not to care. By their actions, they did not care.
After they searched the house, they uncuffed mom and dad. Mother went to Dad. He was bleeding but still alive.
She wanted to ask for help but the soldiers had left as quickly as they had came.
Dad started moving. He sounded like he hurt all over. Dad had been between mom and the blast. He had shielded her. He looked like he
would be okay.
As soon as mom saw dad was conscious she told him Amanda was missing. Dad struggled to his feet.
They went of to the large section of wall that had fell in from the blast. Amanda had been standing right there before the blast. They feared
she was trapped beneath the heavy wall.
Dad was a big man. He told mom to bring a chair over to support the wall. He was going to try to lift.
Mom placed the chair where it could be quickly slid in to support the wall if they could lift it. She called for Johnny, the oldest son. He came
quickly.
Mom and Dad started to lift. Amazingly enough the wall came up and Johnny slid the chair under it.
Dad told mom to get the flash light from the cupboard. He told Johnny to get the children in bed.
You could see the look of terror in Johnny's eyes. He knew something bad was happening.
Mom returned with the flashlight.
Dad took it and peered under the wall. He made a gasping sob of grief.
Mom's face was whiter than it had been before. Dad looked at her and quickly stood up.
He told her to sit down honey.
Mom asked “Amanda?”
Death of Amanda
Dad said “Dead.”
They hugged each other and cried. I couldn't cry.
After a while, Dad told mom to go sleep with the children. He was going to go get help from the neighbors. He knew no one was sleeping
with explosions and gun fire and soldiers storming through the neighborhood.
Dad went to the Benson's across the street. The Benson's were very nice people. Mr and Mrs Benson and their son, Bob came back with
dad.
The men finish lifting the wall. There lay Amanda's crushed body. It was no good anymore.
Mom had come out. Of course she had not been able to sleep but had helped the kids get back to sleep.
She had a blanked and used it to wrap up Amanda's body. The pain in her eyes hurt. She loved Amanda.
The Benson's help back their grief and shock. They were being strong for mom and dad. Strong they were but their eye's were wet. They
had been good friends with Amanda. She had totally charmed them just like everyone else she met with her bright enthusiasm.
After the Funeral
I'm going to skip forward because there is never anything good about funerals.
After the funeral, family and friends gathered at the Benson's house. It was large and bright. It had pretty flowers too.
Uncle Simpson, who had been a favorite of Amanda, was fiercely angry and wanted to kill. He kept saying an eye for an eye. Don't know
why he was talking about eyes. Amanda's body was gone and with it her giggles.
Aunt Sally, his wife, was afraid. She knew Simpson was not afraid and was liable to go out and kill someone or get killed trying. She felt
his pain, it was the same as hers. She kept weeping for Amanda then being afraid for Simpson. Amanda' body was dead. She wanted
Simpson alive.
It saddened me as I wanted to help them.
It seemed the men all wanted to get even. I believe they did that to hide their grief. It was grief they felt from losing their beautiful two year
old little friend. They said Amanda's eyes could melt you.
The women were not hiding their grief. Perhaps it better to cry. I think it is. The men looked like they were going to explode. They needed
to just cry. I know I did.
Over in the corner were the children. They were nervous but trying really hard to pretend nothing had happened and that they were okay. I
guess they really were but I could feel a void in their lives.
But Grandpa and Grandma, they were a mess. They had really loved Amanda and she had loved them too. They looked older, Amanda's
death had weakened them and they would never be the same without her.
The Community
It was like Amanda's death had killed some of the life in everyone though it should not have. Yes that was true, the death of Amanda hurt
everyone that knew her.
All this grief, death, the loss of a two year old with all her life left to go, Amanda.
The light of the community was less the brilliant spark that had been Amanda.
I wondered why the death had happened. I guess I was standing in the wrong place at the wrong time.
But why the explosion? Were they looking for someone? They came in and searched. Are they trying to take over our house? Didn't seem
so as they left without taking anything but a life.
The helicopters and sirens were making life dangerous for the families in the community. Police only seemed to be passing out tickets to
collect money never handling crime.
How many more death will it take to bring peace to the neighborhood. I have peace. But my family has grief and pain. The neighborhood
is in fear. I can feel it.
I'm going to stay around for a while to make sure my family and the Bensons are okay before I'm off.
A Future Understanding?
I may see if I can find understand why innocent people must die, perhaps a way to stop the murders of innocent people.
I lost a body not knowing who killed it or why. Seems a poor way to die.....
The end.
Related Articles:
War or Affinity
Conflicts on Earth
War Child-poem
Sacrifice at Pearl Harbor
War is a Racket by Major Gen Smedley Butler, USMC.
This trend of governments killings in any land needs to cease. Wars for profit are a crimes against humanity.
My solution is to push forward on an international scale: New Civilization
To do this, I need help: #AwesomeTeam Hope and Expansion.
Also, consider this my personal invitation to be listed on: #License2Survive Roster. No cost, Not obligation. I will be coming out with ideas
on how you can use this listing! Contact me via Twitter @Poet_Carl_Watts or click here.
If we can impact enough people, perhaps we can turn the tide of darkness into a flood of light.
See my page “#FollowFriday, How To Play”
See my page “#FollowFriday, How to Get Traffic”
See my page “How I promo a Page”
Check out my article “New Civilization” and keep up the positive out flow of smiles and information to your fellow man.
Download at no cost “The Cause of Suppression”
If you help or can't devote the time, either way, let me know if you need assistance.
I have a page “Problem Solving” Check out some of my successes.
#AwesomeTeam Day2U! :-) #PEACE
Carl Watts
On Twitter as: http://twitter.com/Poet_Carl_Watts
On Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/carlwatts
My Facebook Fan page http://www.facebook.com/pages/Carl-Watts/30825534785
Contact on Website
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can make commission to if you promote and someone signs up. I can tell you, I purchased form someone's promotion and they made money! So
should you!
©2011 by Carl Watts/CarlWattsArtist.com 8/31/11
(3/14/12Edit: I wrote this last year but wanted to update it as the "War Mongers" aka "Banksters" really are working to start another undeclared war
with Iran. So I thought this story would be appropriate. Also see related: Conflicts on Earth, War Child (poem), and War or Affinity)
"All tyranny needs to gain a foothold is for people of good conscience to remain silent." Thomas Jefferson
Introduction:
My son and daughter in law picked me up for dinner. On the way to their house, we stopped to pick up two of the girls, my granddaughter and her
cousin. Also we picked up my grandson who was four at that time.
On the way home, he tried to talk my ear off. He was so interested in everything and enthusiastic about life.
But the girls they really caught my attention. Their enthusiasm was in such great volume. Laughing, giggling and chatting as we went home.
At that moment, I thought how precious these children were. I thought how important their survival is to the family. I thought how important their
survival will be to mankind.
Children do not have to grow up into cynical, bitter, dishonest, estranged adults. Children do not have to grow up to hate their families or life. My
children, despite a few divorces, are, in the main, very cheerful adults.
My grandchildren are being parented by better parents than I was. I've learn a lots and assisted my children where I saw a need.
Perhaps my wife and I did a better job that I think. But I stray from the story.
So Amanda is everyone's little cute bubbly two year old. It could even have been you, you beat up adult.
So this story is meant to evoke emotional responses. It is about the needless murder of your two year old child by a war machine operating for profit.
I'm sure you don't believe it couldn't happen to you and didn't happen. But what about your granddaughter or grandson. Or what about that flock of
great grandchildren, anyone of them could be victim even in these great United States.
Oh it would not be called a war. And somehow their death or abduction by the government would all be legal. And now that you are a terrorist, you're
subject to arrest by the local terrorist group at the airport, in your home or anywhere.
War Mongers and Amanda
It was a quiet summer evening on a rather cool August night. Dinner was done. The children were being put to bed.
Mother and Dad were exhausted as usual. Both working overtime and not being paid for it just to keep their jobs.
As they settled in, there was an explosion and gun fire off in the distance. The peace of the evening SHATTERED by destruction!
The children were suddenly not sleepy and not ready for bed. They wondered fearfully what was going on.
Mom and Dad were no longer exhausted. The adrenalin was pumping in huge gushes from the shock of the loud explosion.
They attempted to quiet the four children and get them to go back to bed.
Suddenly there was a BLAST. The right hand wall of the house collapsed inward.
Home Invasion
Almost instantly, several soldiers in full battle gear stormed in through the gaping hole.
Mom and dad were on the floor by from blast.
Dad was unconscious, laying face down, was roughly hand cupped. Mom was in laying in shock. They hand cupped her on the floor.
The three children, who been furtherest away, were herded into the bedroom by the solders
But even in her shock, I could see, mom notice only three children were herded into the bedroom.
She screamed “Where is my baby?” Amanda, the two year old had been over where the wall was blown in.
Mom really went into hysteria.
The soldiers seemed not to care. By their actions, they did not care.
After they searched the house, they uncuffed mom and dad. Mother went to Dad. He was bleeding but still alive.
She wanted to ask for help but the soldiers had left as quickly as they had came.
Dad started moving. He sounded like he hurt all over. Dad had been between mom and the blast. He had shielded her. He looked like he
would be okay.
As soon as mom saw dad was conscious she told him Amanda was missing. Dad struggled to his feet.
They went of to the large section of wall that had fell in from the blast. Amanda had been standing right there before the blast. They feared
she was trapped beneath the heavy wall.
Dad was a big man. He told mom to bring a chair over to support the wall. He was going to try to lift.
Mom placed the chair where it could be quickly slid in to support the wall if they could lift it. She called for Johnny, the oldest son. He came
quickly.
Mom and Dad started to lift. Amazingly enough the wall came up and Johnny slid the chair under it.
Dad told mom to get the flash light from the cupboard. He told Johnny to get the children in bed.
You could see the look of terror in Johnny's eyes. He knew something bad was happening.
Mom returned with the flashlight.
Dad took it and peered under the wall. He made a gasping sob of grief.
Mom's face was whiter than it had been before. Dad looked at her and quickly stood up.
He told her to sit down honey.
Mom asked “Amanda?”
Death of Amanda
Dad said “Dead.”
They hugged each other and cried. I couldn't cry.
After a while, Dad told mom to go sleep with the children. He was going to go get help from the neighbors. He knew no one was sleeping
with explosions and gun fire and soldiers storming through the neighborhood.
Dad went to the Benson's across the street. The Benson's were very nice people. Mr and Mrs Benson and their son, Bob came back with
dad.
The men finish lifting the wall. There lay Amanda's crushed body. It was no good anymore.
Mom had come out. Of course she had not been able to sleep but had helped the kids get back to sleep.
She had a blanked and used it to wrap up Amanda's body. The pain in her eyes hurt. She loved Amanda.
The Benson's help back their grief and shock. They were being strong for mom and dad. Strong they were but their eye's were wet. They
had been good friends with Amanda. She had totally charmed them just like everyone else she met with her bright enthusiasm.
After the Funeral
I'm going to skip forward because there is never anything good about funerals.
After the funeral, family and friends gathered at the Benson's house. It was large and bright. It had pretty flowers too.
Uncle Simpson, who had been a favorite of Amanda, was fiercely angry and wanted to kill. He kept saying an eye for an eye. Don't know
why he was talking about eyes. Amanda's body was gone and with it her giggles.
Aunt Sally, his wife, was afraid. She knew Simpson was not afraid and was liable to go out and kill someone or get killed trying. She felt
his pain, it was the same as hers. She kept weeping for Amanda then being afraid for Simpson. Amanda' body was dead. She wanted
Simpson alive.
It saddened me as I wanted to help them.
It seemed the men all wanted to get even. I believe they did that to hide their grief. It was grief they felt from losing their beautiful two year
old little friend. They said Amanda's eyes could melt you.
The women were not hiding their grief. Perhaps it better to cry. I think it is. The men looked like they were going to explode. They needed
to just cry. I know I did.
Over in the corner were the children. They were nervous but trying really hard to pretend nothing had happened and that they were okay. I
guess they really were but I could feel a void in their lives.
But Grandpa and Grandma, they were a mess. They had really loved Amanda and she had loved them too. They looked older, Amanda's
death had weakened them and they would never be the same without her.
The Community
It was like Amanda's death had killed some of the life in everyone though it should not have. Yes that was true, the death of Amanda hurt
everyone that knew her.
All this grief, death, the loss of a two year old with all her life left to go, Amanda.
The light of the community was less the brilliant spark that had been Amanda.
I wondered why the death had happened. I guess I was standing in the wrong place at the wrong time.
But why the explosion? Were they looking for someone? They came in and searched. Are they trying to take over our house? Didn't seem
so as they left without taking anything but a life.
The helicopters and sirens were making life dangerous for the families in the community. Police only seemed to be passing out tickets to
collect money never handling crime.
How many more death will it take to bring peace to the neighborhood. I have peace. But my family has grief and pain. The neighborhood
is in fear. I can feel it.
I'm going to stay around for a while to make sure my family and the Bensons are okay before I'm off.
A Future Understanding?
I may see if I can find understand why innocent people must die, perhaps a way to stop the murders of innocent people.
I lost a body not knowing who killed it or why. Seems a poor way to die.....
The end.
Related Articles:
War or Affinity
Conflicts on Earth
War Child-poem
Sacrifice at Pearl Harbor
War is a Racket by Major Gen Smedley Butler, USMC.
This trend of governments killings in any land needs to cease. Wars for profit are a crimes against humanity.
My solution is to push forward on an international scale: New Civilization
To do this, I need help: #AwesomeTeam Hope and Expansion.
Also, consider this my personal invitation to be listed on: #License2Survive Roster. No cost, Not obligation. I will be coming out with ideas
on how you can use this listing! Contact me via Twitter @Poet_Carl_Watts or click here.
If we can impact enough people, perhaps we can turn the tide of darkness into a flood of light.
See my page “#FollowFriday, How To Play”
See my page “#FollowFriday, How to Get Traffic”
See my page “How I promo a Page”
Check out my article “New Civilization” and keep up the positive out flow of smiles and information to your fellow man.
Download at no cost “The Cause of Suppression”
If you help or can't devote the time, either way, let me know if you need assistance.
I have a page “Problem Solving” Check out some of my successes.
#AwesomeTeam Day2U! :-) #PEACE
Carl Watts
On Twitter as: http://twitter.com/Poet_Carl_Watts
On Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/carlwatts
My Facebook Fan page http://www.facebook.com/pages/Carl-Watts/30825534785
Contact on Website
Updates
*TweetAdder: these links to take you to my affiliate pages! If you do purchase either of these, I recommend you sign up as an affiliate. That way, you
can make commission to if you promote and someone signs up. I can tell you, I purchased form someone's promotion and they made money! So
should you!
©2011 by Carl Watts/CarlWattsArtist.com 8/31/11
v021412
All tyranny needs to gain a
foothold is for people of good
conscience to remain silent.
Thomas Jefferson
foothold is for people of good
conscience to remain silent.
Thomas Jefferson