this diary is dedicated to all who suffer because of war
we love and support our troops, just as we love and support the Iraqi people – without exception, or precondition, or judgement.
image and poem below the fold
An Iraqi Shiite Muslim woman with her child waits for her injured family members, at a hospital in Baqouba, 60 kilometers (35 miles) northeast of Baghdad, Iraq, Saturday, Aug. 26, 2006. Unidentified gunmen opened fire on a fleeing Shiite family after the family has received a death threat from insurgents, killing four and injuring 11 of them, police said.
(AP Photo / Mohammed Adnan)
A hospital employee closes the eyes of a dead boy, killed in a shooting, at a hospital in Baqouba, 60 kilometers (35 miles) northeast of Baghdad,Iraq, Saturday Aug. 26, 2006. Unidentified gunmen opened fire on a fleeing Shiite family after the family has received a death threat from insurgents, killing four and injuring 11 of them, police said.
(AP Photo/Mohammed Adnan)
Sleep, baby, sleep
Your father tends the sheep
Your mother shakes the dreamland tree
And from it fall sweet dreams for thee
Sleep, baby, sleep
Sleep, baby, sleep
Sleep, baby, sleep
Our cottage vale is deep
The little lamb is on the green
With snowy fleece so soft and clean
Sleep, baby, sleep
Sleep, baby, sleep
traditional English lullaby
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The candle that DianeL first lit many months ago, and which has become such an important part of these diaries since, is still available here.
You can copy that image into your own comment (you can leave it on my server), craft your own image, and/or rate this one – not for mojo, but to leave a small mark after taking this moment – as a sign that you know, but do not approve, and are not resigned.
“It is like trying to ignite – to pass on the responsibilities as much as possible to everyone else.” – Ravi Shankar
for peace
Last night I lay in bed thinking about the people in Iraq. Ordinary people,just like me, trying to survive in the midst of a war.
Right then, the sky lit up with sudden lighting, and loud thunder blasted the silence. It was so sudden and so loud, I about flew out of bed.
This is what they live with every day, only knowing it’s not a sudden late summer thunderstorm, it’s bombs. It’s guns. None of them can go to bed like I can, knowing I am safe, and will be safe tomorrow too.
How I wish there was a way to share safety with whose who know none.
lost so King George could prove himself to his Daddy. All he really needed to do was see a shrink. Now all we see are dead people. FUBAR!
Light A Candle For
Peace, Tolerance, Understanding
and For The Children – Innocence Lost,
And The Perpetual Conflict Future We Have Given Them!
A BIG THANKS to ilona who posted the Song in her Diary, at KOS yesterday, and I had the erge this morning to check out the responses to Another DoD Slam on Military Personal she posted about, and found it.
Ilona’s Diary Link:
Iraq Vet? Take the Bus
by ilona
Mon Aug 28, 2006 at 08:56:52 PM EDT
Splendid Welcome Home after a year in Iraq, huh?
And A Great Song!!
Click here to listen.
by Martha Ann Brooks, wife of an OIF Veteran with PTSD
When your soldier comes back home
You will be happy
You want things to be like they were before
But your soldier has been forged through trial by fire
After all he lived through war
Be patient when you see he’s not the same
Your soldier’s changed
When your soldier comes back home
He will be different
He’ll think about those that gave their lives
He might be feelin guilty that he’s living
He will keep that guilt inside
It may show sometimes in things he’ll say and do
Please help him through
Chorus:
War is never over
For the ones who fought side by side
They are bruised and battered
The deepest wounds don’t show outside
You may think that time will heal
There is no healing
The days are like sandbags around him
But ghosts will not be held back by a wall
Bad memories always win
If you love him you must be the one who stays
You must be strong
When your soldier comes back home
Chorus:
War is never over
For the ones who fought side by side
They are bruised and battered
The deepest wounds don’t show outside
Story Behind the Song
Veterans often come home from war to family members who expect them to pick up where they left off. For the combat vet, that is not always possible. I wrote this song in the hope that it will help families and friends of returning veterans embrace them with understanding.
The song is currently #2 on Neil Young’s website.
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