Karen and Billy Vaughn tragically lost their son to the war in Afghanistan. They recently were featured on Hannity and other programs attacking Obama for “putting a target” on their son’s back. The Vaughns also outed the Obama Administration for “consoling” families of dead Navy SEAL’s with form letter & electric pen signature.

What follows is a powerful letter penned by Mrs. Karen Vaughn just a couple of days ago:

Today, like every day, I miss my son. I miss his laughter. I miss his smile. I miss his sense of humor and impeccable timing. I miss our conversations. I miss his passion and intensity. I miss the way he could go from zero to one hundred when someone spoke an improper word about something important to him. I miss his crazy driving and most of all I miss his heart, which was so overflowing with love and compassion.

I also miss what will never be. I miss the fact that one day his daughter will walk down the aisle and he won’t be there. I miss on Reagan’s behalf, that his daddy will never watch him score a touchdown, learn to drive a car, or fall in love. I miss that Kimberly will never again be able to share the amazing joys that only parents understand…. “Reagan learned to tie his shoe today,” or “Chamberlyn rode the bike without training wheels.” I especially miss all the Christmas mornings for the rest of their childhoods when they run down the stairs, but daddy is not there.

I miss what would have been….family vacations, memories, laughter, pictures, love.

I miss that my daughters will have to bury Billy and I one day and their big, strong, larger-than-life brother won’t be there to walk beside them and help them through.

Today I attended the funeral of another fallen special forces operator. As I listened to his family and teammates describe this amazing man, I couldn’t help but think: “Why is it always the men like him who fall?” The great ones who walk among us who were “too good for this world” according to Hebrews 11:38. And then I realized; only the greatest among us would storm the gates of hell for the undeserving; the pot-smoking punk still living in his parent’s basement, the disrespectful teen who can’t be bothered to pull his pants up or answer with a “yes sir” or “no ma’m, the “occupier” who cries on the street for justice but rapes the woman protesting beside him, the list goes on….Forever.

And then this evening I received the email below and my heart sank lower than I thought was possible:

Dear Karen,

My name is Cheryl Sitton and my son, SSG Matthew Sitton, was KIA on 02 August 2012. On 04 June 2012 he wrote an email to Congressman Bill Young seeking support and help in reference to the senseless and deadly missions he was required to put his men through. He told of how they were required to perform foot patrols in empty compounds and grape rows littered with IED’s just to meet a set mandate of a certain number of patrols for a certain amount of time. He shared how they had to patrol in urine and feces soaked uniforms just to meet this mandate. And all with no end state in mind.

Congressman Young took Matt’s letter to the Pentagon for it only to fall on deaf ears. Two months later my son and his 1st Sgt Russell Bell were killed in the exact way Matt had warned and feared for his men.

Cheryl Sitton

There’s more, but as I read this first portion, I felt like I could literally vomit. I want to scream. I want to hit the pause button and fight for these men until someone listens! Please, for the love of God…. listen! And ACT!

Billy voiced our hearts on Hannity’s America this past Wednesday perfectly when he said, “We want some high ranking military officer to have the courage to risk all and scream out, “What is happening to our warriors?” Somebody, please have the courage to protect our warriors instead of protecting this commander in chief and his cronies.”

And then…just before I “thought” I was going to bed tonight, I decided to check our blog and found the following comment: “sorry you lost your son. But making his death a matter of Democrats v Republicans cheapens his loss.” And that was it. My reply? “Nothing will EVER cheapen the loss our family has endured. What grieves me most as Aaron’s mother (you know…the one who gave birth to him, rocked him to sleep hundreds, if not thousands of times, sat up with him when he had a nightmare or was running a fever, coached his pee-wee basketball team, sat at the dinner table year after year making sure his homework was done, loaned him the car for his first date, never missed a football game for 7 years (home or away), prayed with him when he received Christ, cried with him when his heart broke, shared every victory and every defeat with him, danced with him at his wedding to “Thanks Again,” hugged him goodbye for the final time in June of last year, and yes, buried him) is that he freely gave his life so someone like YOU would be ensured the freedom to visit HIS personal site for no purpose except to spew a disgustingly insensitive comment toward his parents. I pity you. You are a sad, sad human being. But….he died for you, so go ahead, tell me more about what I’m doing to cheapen his “loss.” (whatever that means)”

Here’s my point. It’s NEVER been about parties to this family. It’s about HUMAN BEINGS who are being sacrificed on the alter of narcissism and idiotic ideology where we call evil good and good evil!

I say…ENOUGH!

These great men (and great women) are fighting for and dying for …US. It has become glaringly clear to me that our high ranking military officials have no plans to defend those great patriots whose faces are actually marred by war. They’re far too busy securing their mortgages and pompous life styles to risk anything in order to fulfill the oath they took when they strapped up their boots for the very first time.

And this administration? Pure, unadulterated evil. Cover-ups, scandals, finger-pointing, football-spiking, lying, apologizing, throwing each other under the bus, and most importantly, risking our nation as we know it by REFUSING TO ACKNOWLEDGE OUR ENEMY.

As my husband first said, and now I’ve repeated many times as I speak across the states….On September 11, 2001, our government was helpless to stop any one of the four attacks on our soil. BUT, on flight 93, a group of American citizens counted the cost, answered the call, stood up, gave ALL, and changed the history of this nation.

Billy & I have rolled a snowball. It needs to become an avalanche and we need your help.

We’d like to collect as many stories as possible from the men and women returning from or still on the front lines who aren’t able to speak for themselves. Please post the stories here, using anonymity where necessary. Please don’t use names unless the soldier is deceased, having nothing more to lose. America needs to know what’s happening to our defenders. They deserve a voice.

Read more from Karen and Billy Vaughn’s Blog HERE.