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.
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.
posted by benny06 at
Saturday, December 03, 2005
2 Comments:
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.
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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.
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benny06, at 2:40 PM
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