I was e-mailed a copy of this song yesterday. Nobody is quite sure where it came from but
it's spreading like wildfire through Defense Department circles. Seems
to have been written immediately after or during the attacks against us.
It talks about what we're facing from a soldier's perspective but I think the thoughts
of 90% of Americans are accurately represented by these verses.

My buddy referred to it as the "Anthem of Noble Eagle."

Please spread it far and wide. Whoever wrote this, I think everybody in the country ought to read his words.

To the tune of "Ruben James"

What where their names
What were their names
Did you have a friend in the tower of flames.

The towers were in the city of New York
It was after all just another day at work

What were ther names
what were their names
did you have a friend aboard one of the planes

I am not a poet or song lyricist but I hope someone like you with far more talent than I could do something with this.

Stay well - Yorktown

I like it!

Of course, we could use some cheerful songs, too.

Little Boy Boogie

Wake up Little Boy.
No it's not for tests or school.
It's a lovely day to laugh and play,
and dance in the dust of Kabul.

Come on sleepy head,
it's been such a long long while.
That the world's almost forgotten
the brilliance of your smile.

Let's fly to Damascus
We'll go skipping cross the dunes.
We'll have such fun, we'll outshine the Sun,
and shout echoes off the Moon.

I just heard the doorbell.
Take a guess who came around?
It's the jolly old Fat Man,
whose footsteps shake the ground.

My bright shining boyo,
you've been sleeping far too long.
Time to climb from your deep deep bed,
and sing your happy song.

Come open your present,
take a look what you just got.
A brand new cobalt jacket!
Man I tell you these are hot.

[instrumental break if I ever learn how to write a melody]

Little Boy time to go now -
Bring your friend the Fat Man too.
We'll have such fun, we'll outshine the Sun,
when we dance in the dust of Kabul.

I would really like to see someone set this to music with the substitution listed - the last stanza really hits me!

Rudyark Kipling is one of my favorites and I flee to his writings whenever we have a storm like this. Here is one of his works that speaks to me and I presume all of us at this time - let me know if you agree!

While this was obviously written for 'The Great War',

if you substitute Americans for English, does it not speak to and for US?
Our culture descends from these, our Cousins, and our behaviors match this growing cold anger!

The Beginnings

1914-18


   It was not part of their blood,
     It came to them very late
   With long arrears to make  good,
     When the English began to hate.

   They were not easily moved,
      They were  icy-willing  to  wait
   Till  every  count  should  be  proved,
     Ere  the  English  began  to  hate.

   Their voices  were  even  and  low,
     Their  eyes  were  level  and  straight.
   There was neither sign nor show,
     When  the  English  began  to  hate.

   It was not preached to  the  crowd,
     It was not taught by the State.
   No man spoke it aloud,   
     When  the English began to hate. 

   It  was  not  suddenly  bred,
     It  will  not  swiftly abate,
   Through  the  chill  years  ahead,
     When Time  shall  count from  the date 
     That the English  began  to  hate.