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Saturday, December 03, 2005

To Our Soldiers..

While you cannot possibly have "happy holidays", know that we support you and want peace to come sooner rather than later...we want you home with your families & friends. Bless you as you continue to help the Iraqi people and have to deal with insurgents who do not know you.

It's just that we don't think your commander-in-chief made decisions for the war with your best interests at hand or with enough information to do this. But you are brave and are proud of you wearing the uniform. I've heard many a soldier's story on planes, and my heart is always big with affection.

Pax.

3 Comments:

  • My sentiments exactly Benny06. Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays, Chanakuh et al.

    By Blogger Morning Star, at 8:21 PM  

  • I don't think the actual soldiers ever much confuse support for the troops with disagreement with the premise of the war itself.

    It's the administration that keeps pretending that criticism of its policies is somehow unpatriotic and puts US soldiers at risk as opposed to the myriad other ways the administration has failed to protect its own soldiers.

    By Blogger Chancelucky, at 11:12 AM  

  • Forgot to add that Dave Matthews spoke a little before his encore. He basically said that he hopes things clear up with the war so that all of us can celebrate a Turkey Dinner soon.

    Then he launched into his Christmas Song:

    "She was his girl, he was her boyfriend,
    She’d be his wife, and make him her husband.

    A surprise on the way any day any day
    One healthy little giggling, ribbling baby boy
    The wisemen came, three made their way
    To shower him with love while he lay in the hay

    Shower him with love, love, love
    Love,love,love
    Love,love was all around.

    Not very much of his childhood was known
    Kept his mother mary worried always out on his own
    He met another Mary, who for a reasonable fee,
    Less than reputable was known to be

    His heart was full of love, love, love
    Love, love, love
    Love, love was all around.

    When jesus christ nailed to his tree
    Said oh daddy-o, I can see how it all soon will be
    I came to shed a little light on this darkening sea
    Instead I fear I’ve spilled the blood of my children all around

    The blood of my children all around
    The blood of my children’s all around.

    So I’m told, so the story goes
    The people he knew were less than golden-hearted
    Gamblers and robbers,
    Drinkers and jokers, all soul searchers
    Like you and me, like you and me

    Rumors insisted that he soon would be
    For his deviations taken into custody
    By the authorities, less informed than he
    Drinkers and jokers, all soul searchers

    Searching for love, love, love
    Love, love, love
    Love, love was all around.

    Preparations were made for a celebration day
    He said eat this bread but think of it as me
    Drink this wine and dream it will be the blood of our children all around

    The blood of our children all around
    The blood of our children all around

    Father up above
    Why in all this hatred do you fill me up with love, love, love
    Love, love, love
    Love, love is all around

    Father up above
    Why in all this hatred do you fill me up with love, fill me love, love, yeah
    Love, love, love
    Love, love, and the blood of our children all around.

    By Blogger benny06, at 2:40 PM  

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