Many note the waning coverage of Iraq as it slowly slips behind the moon of the election coverage.
As I wrote in September '07:
No, there will be no victory parades or spontaneous parties in the street. We will not march like victorious conquerers through the Arc d' Triomphe with bands blasting the Washington Post or Star Spangled Banner. Once we did, to wash away the stain of Nazi Jackboots that had marched beneath that pride of Europe. But, there will be no marches beneath the crossed swords.
We came in like thunder and we will leave like summer rain.
There is a rising tide that no man can stop.
There are still distant flashes of lightening.
Still, the sun will shine in the east and hope returns.
And, love? Love conquers all.
As I wrote in September '07:
Mudville shows Iraq in color and black and white.Victory will not be written on a surrender document signed in front of a host of media with glaring lights and cameras blazing. No, victory will be like the silence after a harsh storm, war fading away while we are in our houses or going to work or welcoming home the troops. Most won't even know it happened.
No, there will be no victory parades or spontaneous parties in the street. We will not march like victorious conquerers through the Arc d' Triomphe with bands blasting the Washington Post or Star Spangled Banner. Once we did, to wash away the stain of Nazi Jackboots that had marched beneath that pride of Europe. But, there will be no marches beneath the crossed swords.
We came in like thunder and we will leave like summer rain.
There is a rising tide that no man can stop.
There are still distant flashes of lightening.
Still, the sun will shine in the east and hope returns.
And, love? Love conquers all.
Victory was written on many documents. Hopelesseness surrendering despite a host of media with glaring lights and cameras blazing. Victory is silencing this harsh storm, war faded by living in houses and going to work. Welcome home the troops.
Most will know it happened but will wonder how, in the belly of such impossibility and disaster.
Illusions always shatter like glass.