Song for Glen Doherty, Sean Smith, Chris Stevens, & Ty Woods

November 5, 2012

Put their names in alphabetical order and Doherty and Woods remain standing on either side of those they, as true Americans sought to save, despite their putative Commander in Chief’s desertion.

Brothers in Arms

by Mark Knopfler

These mist covered mountains
Are a home now for me
But my home is the lowlands
And always will be
Some day you’ll return to me
Your valleys and your farms
And you’ll no longer burn
To be brothers in arms

Through these fields of destruction
Baptisms of fire
I’ve witnessed all your suffering
As the battle raged higher
And though they did hurt me so bad
In the fear and alarm
You did not desert me
My brothers in arms

There’s so many different worlds
So many different suns
And we have just one world
But we live in different ones

Now the sun’s gone to hell
And the moon’s riding high
Let me bid you farewell
Every man has to die
But it’s written in the starlight
And every line on your palm
We’re fools to make war
On our brothers in arms




Despite one who would blanket his failings in his Air Force One bomber jacket at the next disaster in line, bragging about leaving no one behind before his next flight to a Las Vegas campaign rally, there are many Americans who will not let the truth of Benghazi be so covered.

With no war declared and for the sake of the UN, NATO, and Muslim Brotherhood, Barack Obama made Al Qaeda and Ansar al-Shariah, dedicated enemies of the United States of America, his proxy army. This was done to unseat a nationally sovereign leader who had made peace with our own nation. Eventually, on 9-11-12, his proxy army turned on our personnel, sent to carry out his orders. “We’re fools to make war, on our brothers in arms.”

Time to stop being fools.

And it is time to flesh out all the reasons America has gotten involved in this warfare and in “Arab Spring,” no matter what they are and no matter who wants them hidden.

For more in prose we might suggest, “Four Dead Americans and Fox Saved a Country,” by Denise Simon.

h/t: Jenny Cantrell & Jennifer Rush

Source: Gulag Bound