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 judgment

we have no sympathy for the devil

we acknowledge the power to act that is in us

cross-posted at MyLeftWing, BooMan Tribune, and my blog.

images and poem below the fold

Dody Callahan, the widow of Army Sgt. 1st Class Keith A. Callahan, reacts as she emerges from St. Charles Church in Woburn, Mass., Wednesday, Jan. 31, 2007, after the soldier’s funeral. Callahan died Wednesday, Jan. 24 of wounds suffered when an improvised explosive device detonated while he was conducting a combat patrol south of Baghdad, according to the Department of Defense.
(AP Photo/Elise Amendola)

“Now, I know you remember so and so”
by Doris Davenport

meaning somebody who rode through town once, ten
years ago or who lived and died before your birth. They
expect you to remember, to know, just like your mind is
their mind and if you don’t, they might take it personal.
Get so made at you, they can’t get on with the story.

Not like Fannie Mae. She will get all into a story and
catch herself: “But that was before you
were born.” Fannie Mae will pause, grin for emphasis
and say, “And I wish you
coulda seen it!”

not me.
when i get through
when i’m done
won’t be no wishing
you could see.
you gone       see.

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