~
Two
Thousand
And
Counting
~
Two
thousand
of
our
Finest
Lost
And
no
matter
how
you
Feel
If
this
War
is
wrong
or
right?
All
those
Losses
are
too
Real.
Every
State
in
our
Union
Has
Lost
at
least
one
Soul
And
most
of
our
Possessions
Has
added
some,
to
that
Sad
Toll.
As
part
of
that
Wartime
Cost
Almost
fifty
Women
Died
As
their
Duty
to
their
Country
Stood
with
the
Men,
by
their
side.
The
First
took
eighteen
months
The
Second
thousand,
in
one
year
There’s
not
a
sign
of
winding
down
But,
it’s
getting
Worse,
I
Fear.
There
are
fifteen
thousand
Wounded
Many
of
them
Maimed
for
Life
Some
Lost
Limbs,
some,
Peace
of
Mind
To
the
Waste
of
Wartime’s
strife.
Thousands
of
Loved
Ones
and
Friends
Are
Mourning,
aching
with
that
Pain
Knowing
there
are
only
Memories
Of
those
they’ll
never
See
again.
Close
to
three
hundred
Contractors
“In
Country”
of
their
own
volition
But
for
those
Grieving
Loss
at
home
It
doesn’t
change
the
Pain’s
Condition.
And,
then
there
are
those
Estimates
Of
maybe
thirty
thousand
more
Innocent
Men,
Women
and
Kids
Who
have
passed
through
Allah’s
door.
Two
and
one
half
years
so
far
That’s
at
Least
one
thousand
each
Day
And
with
no
Ending
within
Sight
I
wonder
what
Price
we
will
Pay?
Some
will
argue,
it
is
Worth
it
And
some
will
say
the
Cost,
too
High
But
I
just
wonder
Why,
for
Freedom
So
Many
always
have
to
Die?
~*~
Del
“Abe”
Jones
©
October
25,
2005
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