6 Years Out

So today, we were treated to a sickening, almost endless line of Defeatistcrats, elbowing their way to the podium in order to denounce Gen. Petraeus' report before he delivered it. There are no words to describe my resolute disgust at what has become of the once Democratic party. Dissolve it...arrest its leaders on charges of treason and be done with them. Iraq isn't the issue, we could be in Cuba, Lithuania, Ghana, or Taiwan. It wouldn't matter...as long as a Republican president is in charge, the Dems will undermine him in search of political advantage. Phock em. And on that note..a little reminder of why we are where we are:

I open my eyes to see no one.
My daddy is not here but where.
So I leave and look into the sun.
Thats not the sun just a big firey glare.
Where are the twins I see each morning.
I see no towers just the ones on the ground burning.
My daddy is a firefighter I know that
I remember him so clearly his name was matt.
Tall and bald and so shiny to see a speckle
nothing on his face but some freckles.
Always a smile big on his face
you could see it from miles just from one place.
He still loves my I can see
for I pray to him every night when he is not with me.
I wish my daddy was here with me today.
I would tell how much I loved it when we used to play.

By: Mitchell

This was pulled from a collection of poems...part of a school project. Our thoughts and prayers go out to Mitchell on the loss he suffered that day.