• Scott Ott Answers 2nd Presidential Debate Questions
• Bush: This is Probably Not The End of the World
• Presidential Debate Spawns Thrilling Reality Show
• Obama Quotes Rumsfeld to Explain Ayers, Wright
• LEAK: Draft of Lehman CEO Speech to Waxman Panel
• Obama: GOP Swift-Boating Me for Nearly Joining Army
• 59 Percent Would Vote to Replace Entire Congress
  41 Percent Would Skip the Voting Part Entirely
• Scott Ott PJTV Video Now Available
• ’60s Bomber Ayers Repudiates NY Times, Obama Links
• Amended Rescue Allows Buyout of Other Bad Decisions

• Dear Sen. Obama, Join My Church
• Eliot Spitzer and Me: The Difference Between Us
• McCain Speech: Whispering Warrior Redefines ‘Old Fogey’
• Chris Matthews’ Russert Eulogy: Like a Belch in Church
• Being Frank Rich in the Land of Opportunity

7 responses so far ↓

• 1 RedPepper // May 25, 2008 at 5:16 pm

  God Bless America !

• 2 RedPepper // May 25, 2008 at 6:05 pm

  TO AN ATHLETE DYING YOUNG

  ~~
  ~~ A. E. Housman
  ~~

  The time you won your town the race
  We chaired you through the market-place ;
  Man and boy stood cheering by,
  And home we brought you shoulder-high.

  Today, the road all runners come,
  Shoulder-high we bring you home,
  And set you at your threshold down,
  Townsman of a stiller town.

  Smart lad, to slip betimes away
  From fields where glory does not stay
  And early though the laurel grows

  It withers quicker than the rose.
  Eyes the shady night has shut
  Cannot see the record cut,
  And silence sounds no worse than cheers
  After earth has stopped the ears :

  Now you will not swell the rout
  Of lads that wore their honours out,
  Runners whom renown outran
  And the name died before the man.

  So set, before its echoes fade,
  The fleet foot on the sill of shade,
  And hold to the low lintel up
  The still-defended challenge-cup.

  And round that early-laurelled head
  Will flock to gaze the strengthless dead,
  And find unwithered on its curls
  The garland briefer than a girl’s.

• 3 rv // May 25, 2008 at 7:50 pm

  When I consider the folks who gave up everything for the future of their country, I’m humbled and ever so grateful. They gave up their “today” so that I could have my “tomorrows”
  I . . . we must never forget that.

• 4 Libby Gone // May 25, 2008 at 11:03 pm

  Excellent work Scott!

• 5 JamesonLewis3rd // May 26, 2008 at 9:41 am

  This inspired article is brilliant in that [for me] it evokes not only images of the last century, but also depicts the ambience.

• 6 Hawkeye // May 27, 2008 at 7:49 am

  Very moving Scott. Thank you.

• 7 da Bunny // May 27, 2008 at 11:51 am

  I agree with Hawkeye…very moving, Scott.

  When I was growing up, we had a neighbor whose kids my brother and I played with. My brother and I used to laugh about all of the piled up beer cans in this guy’s garbage, and about how he always had alcohol on his breath. He never appeared drunk, and he was a really nice guy, sometimes picking us up from the school bus when our parents weren’t able to be there to pick us up.

  I grew up and moved away, and rarely ever thought about this guy, unless I happened to see him when I’d go back to visit my parents. This man died several years back, and I learned, upon his death, that he’d been one of those “boys” who had landed on the beaches of Normandy. He’d been one of the survivors of the horrors that had taken place there. No wonder this poor guy had spent most of his remaining years anesthetizing himself with alcohol in an effort to lessen the pain of what he’d been through. I had no idea of his service to our country until after he passed away. I never once heard him speak about it. I had no idea that he’d left his youth on that beach…and I wish I could have thanked him for his sacrifice. May God rest his soul.

You must log in to post a comment.