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Our family buried a hero. I’ve raised our children alone. And still, some dare call justice “warmongering.”
I’ll say this as many times as it takes for the truth to pierce through:
My husband, SSG Alan Shaw, was ripped from us February 9, 2007, blown apart by an Iranian-backed militia IED in Baqubah, Iraq.
Our kids were 10, 7, and 6. I clutched our little girls’ trembling hands while our 10-year-old son, barely more than a baby himself, stepped forward like the man of the house, leading us through the rows to his daddy’s fresh grave in Section 60 at Arlington National Cemetery,. His small shoulders squared against the wind, his eyes already ancient with a pain that should never touch a child. Then an officer dropped to one knee before us and pressed that folded flag into my shaking arms. Our babies watched their forever change in an instant, silent tears carving tracks down tiny faces.
Pentagon numbers: at least 603 American souls murdered by Iran’s proxies in Iraq 2003-2011. One in six combat deaths. Numbers etched forever on white stones.
Iran has drenched American blood for decades: Beirut, Khobar Towers, Iraq’s deadly streets, and on.
When they shriek “Israel First” or “escalation,” they mock every widow’s shattered heart and every fatherless child’s empty chair.
This isn’t politics. This is the silence at bedtime where a father’s goodnight kiss should be. This is the rest of our broken lives.
Iran has waged war on us since before my children drew breath. Looking away didn’t end the killing. It fed the graves.
America First means honoring every fallen hero by ensuring their sacrifice stops the next knock on a door, not letting it happen in vain. 🇺🇸
No more impunity. Hold them accountable! 🔥
#IranWar #AmericaFirst #GoldStar
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