Descripción de Memorial Day 2006 - The Endless Funeral Procession:

The endless bloodshed and funerals washing over America is not even being noticed by the average American, and most who do notice turn away and try to forget. This is the price we are paying and the ongoing grief we are experiencing. This is the new flash media presentation from Jay Shaft and the Coalition For Free Thought In Media Thank you to Cryptome.org and the Arlington National Cemetery websites for providing many of the pictures used in the video. Link to page http://www.indybay.org/news/2006/05/1825712.php By Jay Shaft © 2005 Jay Shaft/CFTM© 2006 http://www.scoop.co.nz/stories/HL0505/S00136.htm As we collectively bow our heads in mourning we all wear our funeral raiment and cloaks of grieving. We would not have to remember you in past tense if not for a senseless and seemingly endless war. You carried a rifle for an entire grateful nation you carried the flag on your shoulder for all of us you did your duty not just for yourself but an entire mourning country as we gather to remember your senseless passing. It seems we all wear black and all the time now so often flags are folded as collectively we bow our heads and cry, red and white of roses takes on our mourning poses we see you fall screaming on far flung battlefield and wonder WHY? It seems so senseless, the grind of battle relentless we mourn not once but every time another soldier dies we gather reeling, at your flag draped coffin a scene repeated all too often we see you die and feel so numb, but the blows of senseless death do not ever lessen or soften. We gather to mourn in repetition not every week, now it's every day pain without respite or rest the tragic news hits us with no buffer or delay no time to catch our breath or gasp again in horrified shock our grieving becomes all encompassing the increasing onslaught of bodies a bright white agony of loss. Every day another of our children comes off the mortuary plane in flag wrapped silence the honor guards footsteps echo in lockstep thunderously as they bear the ceremonially shrouded boxes of squared steel we cry bitter, salty tears till the tracks mark and stain our faces with permanent pain. While the sun shines brightly on your gleaming polished coffin we know you have forever lost the light, and slipped so far from living comfort, mortal graces while we prepare to attend another fallen son or daughter's solemn tribute, the bugles echo still from the last soldier's entombment. The sound of the 21-gun volleys become a never ending crescendo the pipers mourning wailing dirge becomes a mocking, never ceasing blackened tarnished battle hymn and the news received today was nothing new, the tragedy being more dead is not an isolated terrible nightmare, but a new felt daily sense of mind numbing reality. As the reddened sun sets on another awful day our much used mourning clothes are hung with great care not to be put up for distant time of need but to wear again tomorrow at the next gathering in the endless parade of loss and mourning. The loss is now a daily grim occupation of tears and grief without sign of any relief no respite for the weary no relaxation to remember our much loved dead just another day of marching with eyes streaming, tears gleaming in the endless funeral procession. © 2005 Jay Shaft/© 2006 Coalition For Free Thought In Media CONTACT JAY SHAFT AND COALITION FOR FREE THOUGHT IN MEDIA @ coalitionforfreethoughtinmedia@yahoo.com