As most of our friends and family know, we (Richard and I) have been poisoned from which we believe we got from scrubbing down and refurbishing uranium filled vehicles that have come back from the various wars since the Gulf War. The different military branches literally buy and sell these rolling wrecks between themselves, and attempt to put what they can – back into service. And NO – this equipment is not brought to mainland USA…normally they move the equipment from the war theatre to an obscure atoll or island under the jurisdiction of the USA and various branches of the military. “Not in My Backyard.”
Living and working on an obscure atoll in the Pacific we cleaned and refurbished military equipment to put “the rolling stock” back into commission for another day for use by more innocent “fodder”. As days, weeks, months, and three years have gone by, we get more and more ill, and we continue to wish so badly for a “cure.”
But, it’s time to face the facts – – the military and our mainstream media have no intention of helping the civilian and military people come to an answer to help us through this horrid killing machine. This is making money. Who for? I don’t want to venture down that street, and will stay away from thinking about it.
Both of us are now on Social Security Disability…we think it’s the government’s way to keep our mouths shut about what is going on. I believe it works quite well for the U.S. Government – “give them a little money and that will keep them quiet.” It’s not setting well in my heart, particularly as I watch these fathers and mothers coming back from Iraq and Afghanistan – poisoned by the depleted uranium that our countries are using to fight with. We are leaving the indiginous people left to their own fate of dying from depleted uranium and while the politicians are patting our patriots on their backs and thanking them for a job well done, they are praying that all the poisons they have left the troops with won’t come back to haunt them.
…oh, but it will. Remember Agent Orange? You just can’t keep stuff like this a secret. The sad part is that this is not just killing and hurting our troops – – it’s killing and maiming the children of our troops.
I just got out of the the hospital from a ruptured appendiex which may or may not be related to the U-238 uranium poisoning. (While cleaning up the rupture, the doctor discovered some very peculiar cells and cysts which he cut out and has sent to a lab for analysis). The appendix rupturing was a life threathening occurrance. I was extremely ill to begin with because of the uranium poisoning to start with, so I guess I should be grateful to have lived through this medical emergency. I’m frightened. Why? ’cause I really don’t want to die. Our immune system are run down and weakened tremendously – all it will take to put me down is a nice little flu or pneumonia. The same goes with anyone else who has this poisoning in their system.
Morning weigh-in: 98 pounds. I used to say that if I got below 100 pounds in weight, that’s when I would get frightened. Now I am forced to reset my dial to 95 pounds.
Many mornings I awake crying – feeling sorry for mysellf and wishing that life had dealt me a different card. But that won’t do any good. The cards were drawn, and here I am . . . working through the pain and depression of heavy metal poisoning.
There was a short blurb on http://www.cnn.com written and produced by John Zarrella entitled “Keeping Marines Ready to Fight.” When it aired on t.v. yesterday I immediately tried to locate the author and/or anybody at CNN to set the record right. There’s only one way to reach people these days – electronically. I chose email. Unlikely I will ever get a response. How sad.
I don’t wish for an Ozzie and Harriett world, but I do wish for an honest and communicative world.
More later on my heavy metal rant. Sleep is calling. I had another sleepless night, and hoping to make up for it!