Friday, May 23, 2014

Memorial Day 2014




It's the beginning of summer. The first long weekend filled with warm weather and good times. Barbecues, picnics, beer...

Revolutionary War: 217,000 serving, 6,188 wounded, 4,435 dead

Boating, swimming, ballgames...

Civil War: 3,213,363 serving, 354,805 wounded, 191,963 dead

Watermelon, corn-on-the-cob, chicken on the grill...

World War I: 4,734,991 serving, 204,002 wounded, 53,402 dead

Kids everywhere, running, playing, carefree and happy...

World War II: 16,112,566 serving, 671,846 wounded, 291,557 dead

Graduations, gatherings, the easy, laid-back, hazy days of summer...

Korea: 5,720,000 serving, 103,284 wounded, 33,741 dead

Pretty girls looking good; good looking boys acting tough to impress those girls...

Vietnam: 8,744,000 serving, 153,303 wounded, 47,424 dead

Long walks on the beach, through the park, holding hands, making plans...

Gulf War: 575,000 serving, 467 wounded, 147 dead

They don't get a day off. Their battle is never done; the enemy is hard to define and harder to recognize...

Iraq War: 140,000 serving, 33,041 wounded, 4,486 dead

Let's all remember that this weekend, this Monday, this day is about more than the good things in life. It is about those who made the ultimate sacrifice to guarantee those good things for the rest of us. We cannot allow it to be anything less.

Afghanistan: 2,229 Americans dead

Remember them. Give them a minute of your time. Give them your thoughts. Give them the respect they deserve. They gave us their bodies, their blood, and their very lives...


Give them your thanks.

It's the least that we can do.

We owe them everything.

Saturday, September 14, 2013

There's a good man dead...



His name was Paul Butterfield, Jr.

He was a veteran, serving his country in the United States Army.

He had fourteen years of service in with the Michigan State Police.

He was a good man, an honest man, an animal lover, a son, and a finance.

He left behind a grieving father, stepmother, and fiancee.

There's a good man dead...

And the nineteen-year-old punk who killed him lives on.

He's already received the best medical care available in this country.  He will be housed and fed, all of his needs seen to.

If I know cops like I think I do...  he will receive the best care possible, despite the fact he killed... murdered one of their own.

He shot this good man and left him to die on the side of a road.

Why?  We don't know yet.  Maybe because of a stolen car.  Maybe because he was bored.  Maybe because he was drunk, or stoned or whatever.

It doesn't truly matter.  He did it.

There's a good man dead...

And his killer lives on, will continue to live on for a good, long time, compliments of the State of Michigan.

It makes no sense.

Tuesday, May 07, 2013

Troubling thoughts...

This is one of those times when I fear I am not what my faith demands I should be.

Here's why:

They're having trouble finding a cemetery to take the body of the older Boston Marathon Bomber.  I refuse to learn how to spell his name because I don't think it should be remembered...

But, to deny him a burial seems... like we're failing somehow.

I don't understand it, this feeling.

He was evil.  I have no doubt about that.

He deserves to be forgotten.  I have no doubt about that.

But...

To deny him a proper burial?

That I am having doubts with.

A part of me believes he should be put into the ground and forgotten.  Maybe taken out to sea.  I mean, if it was good enough for bin Laden...

But to deny him something...

I'm conflicted

My faith declares I forgive.

I will never forget and I hope we, as a nation, never forget.

Forgiving is a different story.

Basic human compassion, something we do not dare lose because if we do, we become like them seems to tell us we need to put this man to rest and let God take it from there.

Tuesday, April 16, 2013

And the eagle will fly...



Enough.

Enough shock and horror.

Enough crying.

Enough grief.

I am tired of it.

I am tired of my country being hit again and again.

I am tired of hearing how we can't jump to conclusions, how we can't judge, how we have to turn the other bloody cheek.

It's freaking enough.

Let's start with that crazy bastard in North Korea.

Then on to Tehran.

Enough of letting the madmen think they can rule us all by fear and intimidation.

It is time for the eagle to soar and the sleeping dragon to wake the hell up and roar!

Monday, April 15, 2013

On this anniversary of Lexington and Concord...




Two explosions.

Opposites sides of the street.

Seconds apart.

We were attacked.  Again.

I've never been to Boston, though it is on my short list of places I wish to visit.

I know the city, though.  How can one not, given it's importance in this nation's history?

I also know it, more intimately, because of a writer by the name of Robert B. Parker.  I've read about it as seen through the eyes of Spenser and Susan and Hawk...

I can't believe this has happened.  Again.  I don't want to believe it.

But...  I do.


We are reminded, yet again, that we are at war.

Evil people wish us ill and want us dead

It will take far more than a president standing up and declaring evil is on the run.

We have  not defeated it; we will never defeat it...

But...

Neither will we be defeated.  We will not be broken.  We will still be standing when the smoke clears, when the tears have been shed, when the grieving has passed.

God Bless Boston...