Inner warrior princess like Zena fighting for her tribe
being brave, being strong, being wise
without fear and without guile….
Outer warrior princess like my sister Linda
Now passed over into SummerLand, to Heaven flown..
Struck by a foe whose name is fear, Cancer they call him
She stood in the thin blue blue line, a stalwart to make evil tremble in it’s boots…
Or a warrior princess like Mother Teresa, having no fear of popes, or leprosy, or poverty
or being an outsider as a Christian in a Hindu world
a warrior princess of the spirit, bringing victory to light …
a warrior princess like Lori Piestewa, Aho! Hopi woman warrior………….please send your warmth and blessings down to our warrior spirit and pray for all who stand in harms’s way in defense of Light.
..”An hour before the ambush, Pfc. Lori Ann Piestewa knew something was wrong.
It was just before dawn, only three days into the U.S. invasion of Iraq, and her unit’s slow-moving convoy was approaching a bridge over the Euphrates River. That’s when Piestewa saw it: the heavily fortified town of Nasiriyah, rising out of the sands like a mirage. She stared in disbelief through the dusty windshield of the Humvee she was driving. A city? Shouldn’t they be in the desert?At the far end of the bridge, Piestewa spotted an Iraqi military checkpoint. She braced for the worst. But as the column lumbered by, the Iraqi soldiers inside waved, beckoning the Americans deeper into the city.Piestewa turned to her best friend, Pfc. Jessica Lynch, who was riding in back of the Humvee. They were both thinking the same thing: We’re not supposed to be here…
The 507th Army Maintenance Company – a support unit of clerks, repairmen and cooks – had taken a wrong turn in the desert, stumbling into Nasiriyah by mistake. Without warning, the company suddenly found itself surrounded, an easy target for Iraqi soldiers and fedayeen paramilitary forces armed with AK-47s, mortars and rocket-propelled grenades. The ensuing attack proved to be the Army’s bloodiest day of the ground war – and the first hint of the deadly quagmire that Iraq would soon become. Eleven American soldiers were killed and nine were wounded when the 507th came under what the military later described as a “torrent of fire” in Nasiriyah.
Since the attack, Jessica Lynch has insisted again and again that she was not a hero, that she was only a survivor. Asked who was a hero that day in Nasiriyah, she doesn’t hesitate. “Lori,” she says firmly. “Lori is the real hero.”
Lori never shied away from doing what was difficult. “She was really strong-willed,” says her brother Adam. “We were always telling her not to do things, and she’d just go ahead and do them.” The boys of Tuba City learned that if they were going to get in White Bear Girl’s face, they’d better be prepared to fight. Lori was small for her age – she would top out at five foot three – but even the bigger boys were intimidated by her. “She never backed down,” says Adam. “She was never afraid to take on anybody.”
Most of the time, though, Lori used those same traits in the Hopi way: to help whatever group she was part of. When she was eight years old, she played shortstop for the local Little League team. On the day before a championship game, the coach was hitting practice grounders when one ricocheted off the iron-hard dirt and struck Lori full in the face, breaking her nose. Despite two blackened eyes that made her look like a panda, she insisted on playing the next day. The team was counting on her, she argued. Her family gave in. With Lori at shortstop, the team won the championship.
“She couldn’t not play,” says Adam. This wasn’t about choice – it was about duty.
– Lori Piestewa information courtesy Osha Gray Davidson
Rolling Stone, 27 May 2004
posted by Mother Bear