Where's the love?

I haven't written in a long time now. Since the last post I've had the grandchild arrive, started a job that I'm not wild about, and managed to bring C home from Iraq. This little baby knew how to get that done, and I cooperated.
C is telling us the stories now and they're not good. Well, war is hell. Or is that a cop out excuse to defend myself?
The baby is beautiful. The Mom is awesome. The Dad doesn't want to go back to the sandbox for the next year, and his nerves are shot.
Will Mommie be a casualty of the ready reserves?
I showed him a copy of F 911 last night, and he was pretty restless. I don't intend to compromise his morale, but I do want him to understand how much I support him, and how disturbed I am at how he is being used. It was a good refresher to watch the film. I hear another is out and will be shown at Cannes.
We may try to get away next weekend for girl time along with several other goddesses. My activism has ground to a screeching halt, and I can't find time to vaccuum or grocery shop.
Time is standing still. Too still. Or maybe it's a good thing to have it stand still. Trying to stay in the moment takes plenty of practice.
I don't feel like posting today, but in my effort to recover the username and password here I am. Maybe later.
On the other hand, maybe it's a good thing to post when I don't feel like it.
I wonder how T's blog is comign along...time to surf a while, and clear my head.
The Halliburton protests are on their way, and the time is ripe for standing and gathering in front of the recruiters to say "stop stalking my kids". It will be interesting to see who shakes out and actually takes action. All the agreement in the world won't make a difference.
Where the hell did the love go?
C leaves this week for parts unknown as his unit is moved North while he was here meeting his new daughter. It took three days of travel to get him home. He hates it, but he's not about to run, it's not who he is.
I'm worried about what this crap is doing to the healthy ones, the ones who at least start out that way, and already he shows signs of ptsd, hypervigilence and the likes of it all.
I have more questions than I do answers. Who do I ask?
And who will tell the truth about the innocents who are disappearing?
And how do we all stay positive in such an important window of time?
I am not present to love at all now. It's there, I'm not present to it though.
More to come, maybe even pics.