Saturday, August 13, 2005
Weep for Private 1st Class Nathaniel DeTample and others like him
In this undated photo released by the Pennsylvania Department of Military and Veterans Affairs, shown is Nathaniel DeTample. DeTample, 19, of Bucks County,Pa., was killed in action Tuesday, Aug. 9, 2005, in Iraq. (AP Photo/Pennsylvania Department of Military and Veterans Affairs)
Casualties in Iraq: Total as of Aug.12, 2005: 1847
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Very sad and upsetting. These people need to have their photos shown!!!I know for me, when I see the actual photos of the fallen, it makes me realize even more that these people were real, ordinary, every day people!!!It could have been me, or anyone else that I have served with!!
I can't understand how the military could vote for .....or support Bush if they knew that it meant that they would have to serve in combat.
I can't understand how the military could vote for .....or support Bush if they knew that it meant that they would have to serve in combat.
For 20 Ohio Marines
[A Tribute from Butler, Pa.]
Did you feel the wave of sympathy
surging across the Pennsylvania line
and out to you,
the families left behind?
We know.
For we saw your boys
here among ours,
in our streets jogging,
in cars, in shopping malls,
in our churches, at picnics,
and High School proms,
and not too long ago
on the Fourth
as lads on Main Street
watching soldiers pass,
and even then they straightened
when the flag unfurled.
We saw them at gates
embracing parents
wives and families,
grandparents too
and friends who couldn't let go—
turning then to leave
with head held high,
yet looking back
at the ramp,
one last time.
Twenty, they reported, had fallen—
snatched from us, from us now so far.
We weep with you.
For yours are ours.
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[A Tribute from Butler, Pa.]
Did you feel the wave of sympathy
surging across the Pennsylvania line
and out to you,
the families left behind?
We know.
For we saw your boys
here among ours,
in our streets jogging,
in cars, in shopping malls,
in our churches, at picnics,
and High School proms,
and not too long ago
on the Fourth
as lads on Main Street
watching soldiers pass,
and even then they straightened
when the flag unfurled.
We saw them at gates
embracing parents
wives and families,
grandparents too
and friends who couldn't let go—
turning then to leave
with head held high,
yet looking back
at the ramp,
one last time.
Twenty, they reported, had fallen—
snatched from us, from us now so far.
We weep with you.
For yours are ours.
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