I am a gold star aunt who has been waiting with everyone else for the s**t to hit the fan in DC. For a year and a
half I have been speaking in public and screaming in private about the lies that took the life of my
19-year-old nephew, PFC William Ramirez. Getting the indictment on Libby is a good start, but somehow I don't
feel like dancing in the streets as I thought I would. In fact, I've been having an especially bad
weekend--I can't stop crying. It is amazing to hear the web of lies finally reported in main stream media, but
William is still dead. Even when this war is over and the Bush crime family is in jail, William will still be
gone--forever. There is no revenge or punishment or impeachment that will ever bring him back to the life he
should have lived.

Maybe he is on my mind so much right now because Halloween was a time of year I could always count on
seeing him. He loved to come over and play in all our Halloween decorations and we enjoyed spooking him and
his sister. We loved sharing Halloween with him and watching his enjoyment throughout his childhood. With
REAL horrors going on in so many places, the pretend stuff looses some of its charm. The photo of William as a
child popping out from behind our fake tombstones is too ironic now.

I don't know what I'm trying to say and I don't understand how I'm feeling, but I know that the loss of my nephew is
not going to go away and I have an idea that the damage and loss our country and Iraq have suffered on so
many levels at the hands of these monsters is going to haunt us for generations.

Annette Pritchard
Oregon City, OR
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