{"article":{"id":160691,"heading":"New CFTM Video: MEMORIAL 2006- THE ENDLESS FUNERAL PROCESSION","author":"Jay Shaft","created":"2006-05-29 18:22:08","modified":"2013-11-11 00:40:23","last_modified":"Mon, 11 Nov 2013 08:40:23","article":"<p>This is the new flash media presentation from Jay Shaft and the Coalition  <br>  <br> For Free Thought In Media  <br><br> Thank you to Cryptome.org and the Arlington National Cemetery websites for providing many of the pictures used in the video.  <br><br> VIDEO LINK <a href=\"http:\/\/www.indybay.org\/uploads\/memorial2006_01bb.wmv\" rel=\"nofollow\">http:\/\/www.indybay.org\/uploads\/memorial2006_01bb.wmv<\/a> <br>  <br> Link to page <a href=\"http:\/\/www.indybay.org\/news\/2006\/05\/1825712.php\" rel=\"nofollow\">http:\/\/www.indybay.org\/news\/2006\/05\/1825712.php<\/a> <br><br>  <br>  <br> By Jay Shaft  <br>  <br> &copy; 2005 Jay Shaft\/CFTM&copy; 2006  <br>  <br> <a href=\"http:\/\/www.scoop.co.nz\/stories\/HL0505\/S00136.htm\" rel=\"nofollow\">http:\/\/www.scoop.co.nz\/stories\/HL0505\/S00136.htm<\/a>  <br><br> As we collectively bow our heads in mourning  <br>  <br> we all wear our funeral raiment and cloaks of grieving.  <br><br> We would not have to remember you  <br>  <br> in past tense if not for a senseless and seemingly endless war.  <br><br> You carried a rifle  <br>  <br> for an entire grateful nation  <br>  <br> you carried the flag  <br>  <br> on your shoulder  <br>  <br> for all of us  <br>  <br> you did your duty  <br>  <br> not just for yourself  <br>  <br> but an entire mourning country  <br>  <br> as we gather to remember  <br>  <br> your senseless passing.  <br><br> It seems we all wear black  <br>  <br> and all the time now  <br>  <br> so often flags are folded  <br>  <br> as collectively we bow  <br>  <br> our heads and cry,  <br>  <br> red and white of roses  <br>  <br> takes on our mourning poses  <br>  <br> we see you fall screaming  <br>  <br> on far flung battlefield  <br>  <br> and wonder WHY?  <br><br> It seems so senseless,  <br>  <br> the grind of battle relentless  <br>  <br> we mourn not once but every  <br>  <br> time another soldier dies  <br>  <br> we gather reeling,  <br>  <br> at your flag draped coffin  <br>  <br> a scene repeated all too often  <br>  <br> we see you die and feel so numb,  <br>  <br> but the blows of senseless death  <br>  <br> do not ever lessen or soften.  <br><br> We gather to mourn in repetition  <br>  <br> not every week, now it&rsquo;s every day  <br>  <br> pain without respite or rest  <br>  <br> the tragic news hits us  <br>  <br> with no buffer or delay  <br>  <br> no time to catch our breath  <br>  <br> or gasp again in horrified shock  <br>  <br> our grieving becomes all encompassing  <br>  <br> the increasing onslaught of bodies  <br>  <br> a bright white agony of loss.  <br><br> Every day another of our children  <br>  <br> comes off the mortuary plane  <br>  <br> in flag wrapped silence  <br>  <br> the honor guards footsteps  <br>  <br> echo in lockstep thunderously  <br>  <br> as they bear the ceremonially  <br>  <br> shrouded boxes of squared steel  <br>  <br> we cry bitter, salty tears  <br>  <br> till the tracks mark and stain  <br>  <br> our faces with permanent pain.  <br><br> While the sun shines brightly  <br>  <br> on your gleaming polished coffin  <br>  <br> we know you have forever  <br>  <br> lost the light, and slipped so far  <br>  <br> from living comfort, mortal graces  <br>  <br> while we prepare to attend  <br>  <br> another fallen son or daughter&rsquo;s  <br>  <br> solemn tribute, the bugles echo still  <br>  <br> from the last soldier&rsquo;s entombment.  <br><br> The sound of the 21-gun volleys  <br>  <br> become a never ending crescendo  <br>  <br> the pipers mourning wailing dirge  <br>  <br> becomes a mocking, never ceasing  <br>  <br> blackened tarnished battle hymn  <br>  <br> and the news received today  <br>  <br> was nothing new, the tragedy being  <br>  <br> more dead is not an isolated  <br>  <br> terrible nightmare, but a new felt  <br>  <br> daily sense of mind numbing reality.  <br><br> As the reddened sun sets  <br>  <br> on another awful day  <br>  <br> our much used mourning clothes  <br>  <br> are hung with great care  <br>  <br> not to be put up  <br>  <br> for distant time of need  <br>  <br> but to wear again  <br>  <br> tomorrow at the next gathering  <br>  <br> in the endless parade  <br>  <br> of loss and mourning.  <br><br> The loss is now  <br>  <br> a daily grim occupation  <br>  <br> of tears and grief  <br>  <br> without sign of any relief  <br>  <br> no respite for the weary  <br>  <br> no relaxation to remember  <br>  <br> our much loved dead  <br>  <br> just another day of marching  <br>  <br> with eyes streaming, tears gleaming  <br>  <br> in the endless funeral procession.  <br><br> &copy; 2005 Jay Shaft\/&copy; 2006 Coalition For Free Thought In Media  <br>  <br> CONTACT JAY SHAFT AND COALITION FOR FREE THOUGHT IN MEDIA @ <a href=\"mailto:coalitionforfreethoughtinmedia@yahoo.com\" rel=\"nofollow\">coalitionforfreethoughtinmedia@yahoo.com<\/a> <br><br> *************  <br>  <br> <\/p>\n","contact":"","link":"","address":"","phone":"","parent_id":0,"mime_type":"text\/plain","summary":"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. ","numcomment":0,"fileurl":"\/uploads\/","filesize":null,"article_url":"\/news\/2006\/05\/160691.php"},"attachments":[],"comments":[]}