Did Faux-tears flow from Kerry for troops? Who really cares?

[Jeffersons Ghost]

Aside from Senator Kerry, who else in America has shed a tear over Iraq? How many hearts are breaking from sea to shining sea this very night?

Interestingly, a fellow Senator accidentally referring to him as “Senator Kennedy” mirrors a sentiment felt by many watching proceedings on the Iraq Resolution. He did act like a Kennedy but not Ted. The passion and love of country apparent in John came shining through as Kerry spoke.

While Navy valor in patrol-type boats obviously links the men – there is more. Not only is deep concern over our troops apparent in both leaders but also a love of country. Like John Kennedy, Kerry took more than a taste from the glittering chalice of politics. But in rare cases, political poison fails to destroy profound feelings that lead to character.

Back in the days of Kennedy Camelot, love was in the air. America fell in love with John and, at some point, he put his poisonous chalice aside. Love does conquer all, in the ultimate sense. Those who are dying tend to focus on the feeling -- or so they say.

Perhaps the words of dying crew-members are never really lost. Protecting life, liberty and pursuit of happiness in the Land-of-the-Free certainly seems like worthy last words. Such stellar sentiments sure sound good in movies but reality lacks Hollywood glamour. Still, as America’s Finest give the ultimate gift, you can bet feelings flow.

Family and friends fill their last thoughts. Let this post be a moment of silence, as it fills the air in their moments of ultimate meaning. Please post only three tears for our fallen finest; three tiny tears…



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[jody]

1. My heart weeps for troops and vets every day. They serve our great nation while presidents and

politicians continue to betray them.

Coming Home

Inside the gray, steel womb of cargo space.
Flag covered caskets quietly lie
In rank and file, line on line in silence.
Bound together in final military formation
Flags of blood reds, cloud whites and ocean blues,
Drape and caress the dull, pewter boxes
Encasing the broken, ashen, hallowed remains
Of dead young boys and girls,
Forced to pay the ultimate price
In this foreign land with strange people,
Where brutal Death forever lurks,
Beneath the surface, around the corner
Watching with cold eyes that never sleep.

Outside, hot desert night winds
Sweep down from the northern mountains
In biting, stinging clouds of dust
Blowing and swirling the tarmac, ruffling flags.
Steel, hydraulic doors whine and close tight

Sealing the precious cargo inside.
Engines come to life and rumble the air,
The huge cargo transport trundles away
Disappearing in the darkness of the taxiway.
Moments later, reemerging, a roaring shadow
That races and climbs sharply up and away
Into the night air to seek the stars.

Floating suspended between earth and sky
The westbound plane heads for the full moon.
Carrying its sleeping, youthful cargo home.
To the land that gave them birth,
To the parents who loved and raised then
To the government who sent them to fight,
And the politicians who killed them.
In the early morning hours, it touches down
On glistening tarmac of the sleeping base.
To taxi off and away towards the dark distant hanger
Where black hearses wait under tight security.

Once again hydraulics hum the cargo doors open.
The setting moon softly illuminates the caskets.
So quietly they lie, so well they sleep,
With no more promises to keep,
No more miles to go.


Curtis D. Bennett
May 12, 2004

[Jeffersons Ghost]

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