Feeling frisky after leaving Crawford, we bought our plane tickets to Washington, D. C., made our hotel reservations and planned for a reunion with the Military Families Speak Out, CODE PINK, and fellow demonstrators. Of course, being a Texas girl, my travel clothes were all laid out and ready We were abuzz with energy for our next phase of the fight of this war against an absurd war. Then the call came.

A different plane — one back to Texas to tend my elder mother through her husband’s heart surgery, and finding ourselves facing yet another hurricane — this time not Katrina, but RITA. 4:30 a.m. get up, flight, 2 hour Denver layover, flight, and evening arrival preceeding the next day’s 5:15 a.m. trek to the hospital to sit in the family room for 7:00 a.m. surgery. Long days, long trip.

Not exactly Air Force One. But then it didn’t cost $ 40,000 an hour either.

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