Iraq War Grief Daily Witness (photo) Day 193

this diary is dedicated to all who suffer because of war and other disasters

cross-posted at DailyKos, Booman Tribune, European Tribune, and My Left Wing.

image and poem below the fold


Honor guard members from Fort Carson, Colo., carry the casket of Army Spc. Dennis Ferderer Jr. outside St. Pius Catholic Church after funeral services Monday, Nov. 14, 2005, in New Salem, N.D. Ferderer, 20, was killed in Iraq on Nov. 2 when a hand grenade was thrown at his Humvee. He was serving with a Georgia-based unit.
(AP Photo/The Bismarck Tribune, Mike McCleary)

from North Carolina Moon
by Ronnie Stewart/Jon Randall

When I die, boys,
Make me this promise
Send my body back up North Carolina way.
I don’t want no tombstone
Just lay me next to mama
And let the honeysuckle grow wild upon my grave.

Now the years have gone by me
Like the wind through the pines
But the song of the South is ever sweet as homemade wine.
Oh, how I miss those mountains
When the laurels are in bloom
And the southern stars are dancin’ `round the North Carolina moon.

listen to the complete song here (scroll)

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read Ilona’s important diary at MLW – Returning Vet PTSD – One Soldier’s Story

view the pbs newshour silent honor roll (with thanks to jimstaro at booman.)

take a private moment to light one candle among many (with thanks to TXSharon)

support Veterans for Peace
support the Iraqi people
support the Campaign for Innocent Victims in Conflict (CIVIC)
support CARE
support the victims of torture
remember the fallen
support Tragedy Assistance Program for Survivors – TAPS
support Gold Star Families for Peace
support the fallen
support the troops
support Iraq Veterans Against the War
support Military families Speak Out
support the troops and the Iraqi people
read This is what John Kerry did today, the diary by lawnorder that prompted this series
read Riverbend’s Bagdhad Burning
read Dahr Jamail’s Iraq Dispatches
read Today in Iraq
witness every day

Author: RubDMC

I'm a PROUD Massachusetts Liberal who lives just a short stroll from the site of the first armed resistance to another insane tyrant named George in 1775.