this diary is dedicated to all who suffer because of war and other disasters
we honor courage in all its forms
cross-posted at DailyKos, Booman Tribune, European Tribune, and My Left Wing.
image and poem below the fold
Judy Shackleford walks at the International Coal Group Inc tipper in Sago, West Virginia, January 5, 2006 a day after learning of the death of her brother Terry Helms in the Sago mine. One miner survived and 12 died after being trapped for 40 hours in the Sago mine after an explosion occurred in the morning of January 2.
REUTERS/Joshua Roberts
Come All You Coal Miners
by Sarah Ogan Gunning
Come all you coal miners wherever you may be
And listen to a story that I’ll relate to thee
My name is nothing extra, but the truth to you I’ll tell
I am a coal miner’s wife, I’m sure l wish you well.
l was born in old Kentucky, in a coal camp born and bred,
I know all about the pinto beans, bulldog gravy and cornbread,
And I know how the coal miners work and slave in the coal mines every day
For a dollar in the company store, for that is all they pay.
Coal mining is the most dangerous work in our land today
With plenty of dirty. slaving work, and very little pay.
Coal miner, won’t you wake up, and open your eyes and see
What the dirty capitalist system is doing to you and me.
They take your very life blood, they take our children’s lives
They take fathers away from children, and husbands away from wives.
Oh miner, won’t you organize wherever you may be
And make this a land of freedom for workers like you and me.
Dear miner, they will slave you ’til you can’t work no more
And what’ll you get for your living but a dollar in a company store
A tumbled-down shack to live in, snow and rain pours in the top.
You have to pay the company rent, your dying never stops.
I am a coal miner’s wife, I’m sure l wish you well.
Let’s sink this capitalist system in the darkest pits of hell.
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” I know. But I do not approve. And I am not resigned.”
from Dirge Without Music
by Edna St. Vincent Millay
May they all rest in peace and may the investigators shut this mine down. It was laden with violations. Wonder who was greasing the palms so theywouldn’t be shut down in the first place?
Peace
Light A Candle For
Peace, Tolerance, Understanding
and For The Children – Innocence Lost!
Cover of Brian Turner’s book of Iraqi war poems.
{Click on Links or Graphic to visit site to hear the short interview on NPR’s Morning Edition, 1-06-06, talking about his book of Iraq War Poetry and reading a few entry’s posted below}
NPR Morning Edition, January 6, 2006 · Brian Turner is a soldier-poet who served for seven years in the U.S. Army. Beginning in November 2003, he was an infantry team leader in Iraq with the 3rd Stryker Brigade Combat Team, 2nd Infantry Division.
His book, ‘Here, Bullet’, reflects his war-time experiences in graceful and unflinching poetry. Turner tells Steve Inskeep about the military tradition in his family and why he joined the Army when he was almost 30. He reads selected poems from his collection and reflects on what inspired them. One poem, Eulogy, was written to memorialize a soldier in his platoon who took his own life
It happens on a Monday, at 11:20 A.M.,
as tower guards eat sandwiches
and seagulls drift by on the Tigris River.
Prisoners tilt their heads to the west
though burlap sacks and duct tape blind them.
The sound reverberates down concertina coils
the way piano wire thrums when given slack.
And it happens like this, on a blue day of sun,
when Private Miller pulls the trigger
to take brass and fire into his mouth:
the sound lifts the birds up off the water,
a mongoose pauses under the orange trees,
and nothing can stop it now, no matter what
blur of motion surrounds him, no matter what voices
crackle over the radio in static confusion,
because if only for this moment the earth is stilled,
and Private Miller has found what low hush there is
down in the eucalyptus shade, there by the river.
PFC B. Miller
(1980-March 22, 2004)
Brian Turner reads “Ashbah”
The ghosts of American soldiers
wander the streets of Balad by night,
unsure of their way home, exhausted,
the desert wind blowing trash
down the narrow alleys as a voice
sounds from the minaret, a soulfull call
reminding them how alone they are,
how lost. And the Iraqi dead,
they watch in silence from rooftops
as date palms line the shore in silhouette,
leaning toward Mecca when the dawn wind blows.
Brian Turner reads “Najaf 1820”
Camel caravans transport the dead
from Persia and beyond, their bodies dried
and wrapped in carpets, their dying wishes
to be buried near Ali,
where the first camel
dragged Ali’s body across the desert
tied to the fate of its exhaustion.
Najaf is where the dead naturally go,
where the gates of Paradise open before them
in unbanded light, the blood washed clean
from their bodies.
It is November,
the clouds made of gunpowder and rain,
the earth pregnant with the dead;
cemetary mounds stretching row by row
with room enough yet for what the years
will bring: the gravediggers need only dig,
shovel by shovel.
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If interested you can purchase Brian’s Book of Poetry HERE
In Memory!
Light A Candle For
Peace, Tolerance, Understanding
and For The Children – Innocence Lost!
My Lai hero Hugh Thompson Jr. dies at 62
Former helicopter pilot Hugh Thompson, Jr., left, and his gunner Lawrance Colburn leave the My Lai Memorial, in Quang Ngai, Vietnam, March 15, 1998 after a reunion with two female villagers they rescued during the massacre. Hugh Thompson Jr., a former U.S. Army helicopter pilot honored for rescuing Vietnamese civilians from being killed by fellow GIs during the My Lai massacre, died early Friday, Jan. 6, 2006. He was 62. (AP Photo/Sakchai Lalit, File)
Hersh called Thompson “one of the good guys.”
“You can’t imagine what courage it took to do what he did,” Hersh said.
Although Thompson’s story was a significant part of Hersh’s reports, and Thompson testified before Congress, his role in ending My Lai wasn’t widely known until the late 1980s, when David Egan, a professor emeritus at Clemson University, saw an interview in a documentary and launched a letter-writing campaign that eventually led to the awarding of the medals in 1998.
“He was the guy who by his heroic actions gave a morality and dignity to the American military effort,” Tulane history professor Douglas Brinkley said.
For years Thompson suffered snubs and worse from those who considered him unpatriotic. He recalled a congressman angrily saying that Thompson himself was the only serviceman who should be punished because of My Lai.
Just A Few Links…
Of Who Hugh was, along with his Crew!
Heroes: Hugh Thompson: Reviled, then honored, for his actions at …
Heroes of My Lai
CNN – Cold War: Chat with Hugh Thompson
Thompson
60min. CBS News | An American Hero | May 9, 2004 18:52:03
He Personified what Most Military Personal Truly Are, no matter what you hear or see!
We honor Hugh Thompson.
A GENUINE Hero Has Died
by aybayb [Subscribe]
Sat Jan 07, 2006 at 01:14:51 AM EST
It’s on the Passing of ‘Hugh Thompson’ A True American, and What We Should All Be, ‘Humane’!!!
While it’s a Simple Diary Posting, at the Daily KOS, the Many Links and Comments Posted should be Read and Visited about this Simple Man, and Chopper Crew, who Acted out of Courage and Humanity in the Inhumanity of Conflict!
As stated in an Article yesterday on his passing:
“There are so many people today walking around alive because of him, not only in Vietnam, but people who kept their units under control under other circumstances because they had heard his story. We may never know just how many lives he saved.”
One of the Links posted is a Song Written About Hugh:
Song for Hugh Thompson
Lyrics
Peace
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It is worth recalling that in Vietnam we killed close to 1 million North Vietnamese while we suffered 57,000 fatalities. That was a kill ratio of roughly 200 to 1. Unfortunately, we do not know where this magical tipping point is.
Although our troops and intelligence operatives are killing scores of insurgents (my friend CIA buddy – estimated the kill rate at 160 enemy per each friendly) the insurgents keep coming.
From memory of Vietnam era, the code for kill ratio was a standard 10:1 on the battlefield. Lose one of our own in the jungle, there would be 10 of them! This was a standard multiplication during Vietnam era for U.S. Command or DoD press release.
What is the implication of the erroneous kill ratio as discussed in Larry Johnson’s diary, read my new diary …
Dems’ Template for Success: Follow Jack Murtha …
LEAVE Iraq to the Iraqis
“Treason doth never prosper: what’s the reason?
For if it prosper, none dare call it treason.”
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