December 2007

When the war is over

by Rich Moniak, Voices in Wartime Staff

It was a quiet holiday here in my Southeast Alaska home. The landscape wasn’t white, the inside wasn’t decorated, and my children were elsewhere. My oldest son, Michael, was in Fort Wainwright in Fairbanks, thousands of miles and dozens of hours away from Iraq, where he spent Christmas two years ago and may return to spend the next one.

Finding My Voice

by Faith Ramos, Voices in Wartime staff

I was raised to be “seen and not heard.” This not only applied to my childhood, it was intended to blanket my life as a woman. While this continues to make me reticent to share my views, it did bring with it a great capacity to receive stories; to be a good listener.