As a 19-year resident of Coupeville, I am finding it difficult to understand why, at 79, I am forced to consider selling my “forever” home because of “the sound of freedom.”
I mean no disrespect to the military men and women who serve, but noise from the Growlers is so deeply jarring and piercing it brings my brain injured, disabled husband — a Navy vet — to his knees in tears.
How is this OK?
Why don’t you care? Are you not there to serve and protect the population?
How does this ear-splitting brain shattering noise serve us?
I’ve heard every argument there is. I’ve been insulted, cursed, told I wasn’t patriotic and maligned in every possible way because having the Growlers fly overhead five days a week for hours at a time isn’t OK. We are in the crash zone.
Well, sir, it is not only not OK. It is health- and heart-shattering, and, until I draw my last breath, I will do everything in my power to change the Navy’s utter disregard for this beautiful reserve we call Whidbey Island.
You have not heard the last from this little old lady from Coupeville.
Again, she rises.