Monday, March 24, 2008

Human Cost of Occupation; 4000 American Soldiers Fall 4000 U.S Now Dead In Iraq copyright © 2008 Betsy L. Angert. Their names and faces are known. Yet, these servicemen and women remain invisible for most Americans. Their families suffer, and have for years. When the troops were abroad, relatives worried. Now that these four thousand are gone from Earth forever, the persons that love them still wish to bring them back. Semper fidelis, always faithful and forlorn. They were our soldiers, the American troops that served to protect us. These military men and women took up arms to fight off terrorists. They battled aggressors. They [supposedly] kept us free from another attack. Nevertheless, these persons were powerless against an Administration unbridled with absolute authority. None of those killed could stop the invasion into Iraq. Upon entrance into the service, soldiers understood war was an option. However, few could have imagined the reality or the risk. Courageous lads and lasses sent to the Persian Gulf feared what could be a certain fate, death. Yet, they marched on. Soldiers true to their country, had a mission. They were intent on the hope of an accomplishment. One in six were not old enough to legally buy a beer. Nearly two dozen had lived long enough to qualify for an American Association of Retired Persons [AARP] card. Eleven passed as the folks at home in the States sliced a turkey on Thanksgiving Day. An identical number fell while the people celebrated the birth of Christ. Five were slain on the anniversary of their births. The surname Smith belonged to one percent of the dead soldiers. Ninety-eight percent were male (compared with 99.9% of those lost in Vietnam). Three-quarters were non-Hispanic white (compared with 86% in Vietnam). The most common age was 21 (20 in Vietnam). Nine percent were officers, including 24...
Ice Shelf Shifts. Bee Colonies Collapse. Bats Perish. Mother Earth Tortured Wilkins Ice Shelf in Antarctic break-up! (2008.03.25) copyright © 2008 Betsy L. Angert. It was a day late in March. The month roared in like a lion and in some regions, the last days of this turbulent time were gentle as a lamb. A twister tore through the town of Atlanta, Georgia in mid-March. However, the winds died down, and the later hours were calmer, at least in America. During the last days of the month, in some cities, people walked the streets in short sleeves. Jackets were open. Hats gloves and mitten were put away in hopes of an early Spring. After a long Winter nap, plants, and people were renewed. The air smelled sweet. Buds appeared on trees. Snowdrifts were shrinking. Conditions were slushy. In yards, patches of grass were visible; and oh, did you see the tip of a green leave rising from the flowerbed. Then the news broke, or was it the Wilkins Ice Shelf that melted and crumbled long before humans thought possible. Most Americans, unaffected by the event that occurred on the Antarctic Peninsula, continued to go about their day carelessly. Apathetic citizens in the most "vibrant" country in the world entered their automobiles, filled up their gas tanks, and drove endless miles to work in an office where the lights never dim and machines hum for hours, even when not in use. Countless laborers, during the lunch hour, again, dash to their cute cars, speed to their Sports Utility Vehicles, and drive a distance more for food. Most dine in quaint restaurants, where a meal is served on Styrofoam plates. Plastic utensils are all the rage. Use them and then dispose of these petroleum based forks, knives, and spoons. Into the garbage they go, off to a landfill, and then poof, all...

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