Dear Senator Leahy,

I write to you with a heavy heart.

We met once, at an all night vote to fund the War. I outside with
Veterans of the atrocities we have commited, imploring our government
to stop the madness, you going in to vote. You were kind enough to take
a moment with me, and we spoke of Lincoln, my home.

I have a lovely wife, two sons, Noble and Justice. We have a farm, with
Icelandic Sheep, a miniature horse, and cow, chickens and such.. Life
is good for us.

However, beyond this nirvana are places absent of Justice, and people
clutching torn bodies with a clenched fist raised at the passing
American bomber..

Into those lands I go at times, to bear witness, give
aid, and document what I see.

I went to Gaza in the aftermath of "Cast Lead" with a Peace Delegation
for International Woman's Day.