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February 02, 2005

The Cost

Via CKC:

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This is totally inadequate (and I'm conscious of repeating myself) but last year when I was so close to giving in to despair there was a song that I listened to over and over. I don't know why, but it seemed to fit, and it helped:

Step into the silence
Take it in your own two hands
And scatter it like diamonds
All across these lands
Blaze it in the morning
Wear it like an iron skin
The only things worth living for
Are innocence and magic - amen

We were born with our eyes wide open
So alive with wild hope
Now can you tell me why
Time after time
They drag you down
Down in the darkness deep
Fools in their madness all around
Know that the light don't sleep

Know that the light don't sleep...


Posted by Cassandra at February 2, 2005 02:45 PM

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Comments

The light doesn't sleep, and neither does love.
They both have a way of filling you when you least expect it.

My heart is heavy too.

Posted by: Cricket at February 2, 2005 04:05 PM

Amen, Cricket.

Amen... :)

Posted by: Cassandra at February 2, 2005 04:10 PM

At ease, men.

Posted by: spd rdr at February 2, 2005 04:33 PM

Fair Winds and Following Seas 1/3!

They did not give their lives in vain!

Heaven's perimeter is secure.

Posted by: JarheadDad at February 2, 2005 04:42 PM

The Minstrel Boy

The Minstrel Boy to the war is gone
In the ranks of death you will find him;
His father's sword he hath girded on,
And his wild harp slung behind him;
"Land of Song!" said the warrior bard,
"Tho' all the world betrays thee,
One sword, at least, they rights shall guard,
One faithful harp shall praise thee!"

The Minstrel fell! But the foeman's chain
Could not bring that proud soul under;
The harp he lov'd ne'er spoke again,
For he tore its chords asunder;
And said "No chains shall sully thee,
Thou sould of love and brav'ry!
Thy songs were made for the pure and free,
They shall never sound in slavery!"

Posted by: Don Brouhaha at February 2, 2005 05:13 PM

How small our effete elite & the Angry Left seems next to our boys in uniform

Posted by: beautifulatrocities [TypeKey Profile Page] at February 2, 2005 06:12 PM

I can't even look at this picture.

I don't know what's wrong with me. I'm glad the Unit's not coming home tonite - I don't think I could look at his boots either.

Posted by: Cassandra at February 2, 2005 06:22 PM

I feel almost like I'm stepping on hallowed ground commenting on that pic--- that no matter how many times I look at, the tears show up freely!

I believe some of those tears are born of anger: It pisses me off that not EVERYBODY (sincerely) appreciates the sacrifice and service of these incredible men (and women), especially when it's their own friggin' *countrymen* & women who have no real regard for them..

I hope my comment hasn't littered on said "hallowed ground". I simply don't understand how [the reality shown in] a picture like that can't simply "arrest" a person.

Posted by: CKC at February 2, 2005 06:33 PM

No Cat, I don't think so.

Someone should be angry on their behalf. And to be fair, their deaths make the Left angry too.

There is honest oppostion, and caring too, on the other side, along with the moonbattery. One of the many tragedies of war is the falling out among those who are left behind.

Part of what falls to us is to make sure that when they come home, we don't make their lives a living hell. They deserve some peace, and honor for their service, no matter how we may argue over the merits of what they're doing right now. Hopefully we'll all find the grace to grant them that.

Posted by: Cassandra at February 2, 2005 06:45 PM

This one's from my war, guys.
But it fits.
Goddammitalltohell, it fits.

If you are able
save for them a place
inside of you
and save one backward glance
when you are leaving
for the places they can
no longer go.

Be not ashamed to say
you loved them
though you may
or may not have always.

Take what they have left
and what they have taught you
with their dying
and keep it with your own.

And in time
when men decide and feel safe
to call war insane
take one moment to embrace
those gentle heroes
you left behind.

MAJ Michael Davis O'Donnell
1 January 1970
Dak To

On 24 March 1970, Mike was KIA while landing to rescue an "A" Team that was being overrun. Dammittdammittdammitt.

Posted by: cw4billt at February 2, 2005 06:56 PM

"When bad men combine, the good must associate;
else they will fall one by one,an unpitied sacrifice in a contemptible struggle."
Edmund Burke

These were "Good Men"I salute you.


Greg

Posted by: Greg at February 2, 2005 07:05 PM

With the sadness is mixed an incredible ammount of pride.Warriors, all.


Greg

Posted by: Greg at February 2, 2005 07:16 PM

Their deaths may make the Left angry, too, but not for the same reasons. They either don't realize or don't care that their preferred course of action would render these deaths meaningless.
I just hope it's "don't realize".

Posted by: MrsPurpleRaider at February 2, 2005 08:38 PM

One of my father's favorite poems, written by John McCrae in 1915:

In flander fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If you break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.

Posted by: MrsPurpleRaider at February 2, 2005 08:45 PM

Bill-
What a great sentiment, made even more poignant by the fact that the gentleman who said those words gave his life for his country a few short months later.

It's so true- we should all reserve a place in our heart for those who have died or have been grievously injured protecting our freedom around the world.

It doesn't matter who's war great quotes are from- they are great quotes because the words never grow old and always apply. Thanks for sharing.

Posted by: AFSister at February 3, 2005 10:26 AM

The wind beneath the wings of freedom that liberated
Iraq.

Never forget.

Posted by: Cricket at February 3, 2005 01:21 PM

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