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“Thou tellest my wanderings, put thou my tears in Thy bottle; are they not in Thy Book?” Psalm 56:8
Glass, wherein a Greek girl’s tears
Once were gathered as they fell,
After these two thousand years
Is there still no tale to tell?
(Frank Dempster Sherman - 1896)
Jimmy Breslin continues his waking of the dead: What we've really lost in this indefensible war.
Excerpt: "And so you sat yesterday with all these Department of Defense death notices for the last weeks covering the desk and you glanced at them, with the ages of the dead reaching up from the paper to grab your throat."
My lamentations are of the crying and raging variety, and I'm seeking a tear bottle for my weeping moments.
Image above left is an ancient Roman lachrymatory. Tear Bottle history
Nothing much has changed since I wrote this in August of this year. American troops are still dying at a rate not seen since Vietnam. In Iraq the civilian wounded still clog the ill-equipped hospitals, and the dead men, women and children are stacked up in the over-flowing morgues. I will have a lot to ask President Kerry come January that he's yet to address in the days leading up to November 2nd.